Terrance Howard - Whoop That Trick - Sözleri

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Whoop That Trick (Get 'em)



I'ma make these suckas recognize, I aint playing ho

If you violate, off the top, trick you gotta go

I,ve done held in,a lot of shit,

And I'm bout 2 flip

Now I think it's time 2 show you bitches who you fuckin with

D-JAY, that's the name,

And I came to bring the pain

ana on my chest, got me busting at you lemon lames

Ya aint know? You fuckin with a street nigga 

From the gutta, pimp tight / (slash) drug dealer

Born and raised in the M-Memphis, Tennessee

Before it's said and done you bitches gon' remember me

This only the beginning, I got a lot to say

It's been along time, and you got hell 2 pay

Aint no love ho, just bring it 2 the door

im bar none, let my nuts hang 2 the floor

So if you want some, this is yo death wish

Betta come correct me, because I came 2 break you off trick



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[Verse 2]



You think I wont, beat that trick, whoop that trick,

Got me acting fucked and shit

Hoes telling me 2 calm down, but I'm like fuck that shit

I'm all ready, on that Hypnotiq, and that gray goose 

Another shot of hen, that just gave me another boost

I'm feelin electrified, you can see it in my eyes

My shirt soaking wet, looking like I just got baptized 

Sloppy drunk like a wino at a liquor sto'

but crunk like some sanctified folks catching the Holy Ghost

I don't think you understand 

This one here just might get banned

Settin off a riot like we livin in Afghanistan 

But this the durty, durty, and that's the way it goes

Security be the main ones actin like some hos

But now you done fucked up, you betta call the law

I'ma break this MOET bottle cross your fuckin jaw

And that's for anyone who's ever disrespecting me

Watch your back boy, cause you bout 2 get your ass beat



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Whoop That Trick (Get 'em)



[Verse 3]



I came 2 bust a nigga's head

Leave him bloody red

Fighting 4 his life as they rush him 2 the meds

This is what happens when you get caught up in the mix

All that talk just got your ass in a buncha shit

This that Memphis drama boy, so we came to get fucked

I thought you came with heat, nigga where's you back up?

Your clique, they some cowards, they scattered out like roaches

That bottle across your head got you leaking, loosing focus

See this is what we mean when we shut down the club

Niggaz started gangsta walkin, so we tear the bitch up

We some shittin hood niggaz from the ghetto and the projects 

Left the police, cause we know we the suspects 

Make you wonder what's next

Bitch guard your grill If they play this in the club, you'll get your

ass beat 4 real

My advice would be 2 chill

In time nigga see, you'll get caught without a warning and get your

ass whooped quick bitch



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