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Tuck, tuck that

Tuck, tuck that

Tuck, tuck that

Tuck, tuck that

Tuck, tuck that, ice in

You ain’t, you ain’t, iced out

Tuck, tuck that ice in

I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that ice in

You ain’t, you ain’t iced

Lights on, lights off

I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that, ice in

You ain’t, you ain’t, iced out

Tuck, tuck that ice in

I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that ice in

You ain’t, you ain’t iced

Lights on, lights off

I shine like a lighthouse

(TRICK DADDY)

My shit is platinum

These assholes wearin' white gold

See I’m to smart for this cause

All my shit paid for

And why should I rent a house

When I can huy it and write it off

Make it my Florida home for the summer

Round winter time just rent it out

See I ain’t none of them

Who ride around on rented rims

Change on the weekend

And floss in him mama’s Benz

See when I hit the scene

I be so fresh so clean

White fitted, white tee

Ain’t nan nigga like me

What kind of shit you on

Wearin' f**kin' rhinestones

Them cubic zirconia son

Them ain’t f**kin' diamonds

So you gonna f**k around

And get gangrene at the arm

Who’d rob and kill one

Over some mother-f**kin' slum

Your chain is crazy

That shit for gazey

And it ain’t real

Unless its copper or stainless steel

So whoever made it…

You shouldn’t have paid it

Twenty grand for a watch

Thats f**kin' gold plated!

(BABY)

16 out the house

17 gold mouth

18 on the block

Nigga got them thangs out

Birdman stunna, nigga we don’t sit in jail

Real n (Chorus)

Tuck, tuck that

Tuck, tuck that

Tuck, tuck that

Tuck, tuck that

Tuck, tuck that, ice in

You ain’t, you ain’t, iced out

Tuck, tuck that ice in

I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that ice in

You ain’t, you ain’t iced

Lights on, lights off

I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that, ice in

You ain’t, you ain’t, iced out

Tuck, tuck that ice in

I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that ice in

You ain’t, you ain’t iced

Lights on, lights off

I shine like a lighthouse

(TRICK DADDY)

My shit is platinum

These assholes wearin' white gold

See I’m to smart for this cause

All my shit paid for

And why should I rent a house

When I can huy it and write it off

Make it my Florida home for the summer

Round winter time just rent it out

See I ain’t none of them

Who ride around on rented rims

Change on the weekend

And floss in him mama’s Benz

See when I hit the scene

I be so fresh so clean

White fitted, white tee

Ain’t nan nigga like me

What kind of shit you on

Wearin' f**kin' rhinestones

Them cubic zirconia son

Them ain’t f**kin' diamonds

So you gonna f**k around

And get gangrene at the arm

Who’d rob and kill one

Over some mother-f**kin' slum

Your chain is crazy

That shit for gazey

And it ain’t real

Unless its copper or stainless steel

So whoever made it…

You shouldn’t have paid it

Twenty grand for a watch

Thats f**kin' gold plated!

(BABY)

16 out the house

17 gold mouth

18 on the block

Nigga got them thangs out

Birdman stunna, nigga we don’t sit in jail

Real nigga’s do real thangs

You know we make bail

Trick hit me on the cell

Know I gotta make a sale

Found myself in Dade County

Nigga’s movin' pounds of bail

So fresh, so bright with the ice

Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea

Cali got my back

I’m strapped nigga and prephase

Doin' it big, poppin' bottles, N*** the g-way

Black handles, black ice, we’ll get it right

For a cheap price nigga that cutter’ll get your mind right

M.O.B. to a bitch

Made my hood rich

Quick cash, young money, it’s that uptown shit

Ballin’one them bitches

Shock callin' on them bitches

Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches

(TRICK DADDY)

They asked the kid the difference between mine and his

See my shit blindin'

His shit don’t shine

Cause that shit ain’t real

His gemstones, they fruity pebbles

Just like Flinstones

And he had his «Roley» on

But I ain’t even notice his arm

But his diamonds cloudy

And he ain’t shiny

And I heard his shit «Tick Tick Tickin'»

Oh man, this nigga trippin!

See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga

Actin' cocky

Big thangs with fat pockets

Wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches

My overseas friends

Are breakin' thangs in

Invest in a smaller hit town

Shakin', bakin’and breakin' it down

We gettin' top dollar

Cause we got that top powder

Hoes slob on our johnson

Cause johnson got that best powder

We call a grand a dollar

We gettin' money holla

Rollin' hard with five fives

Real f**king street ballers

I did five trucks since the first quarter

I’m on the right path at this rate

I’ll be sellin' slabs by the halfs

Tuck, tuck that

Tuck, tuck that

Tuck, tuck that

Tuck, tuck that

Tuck, tuck that, ice in

You ain’t, you ain’t, iced out

Tuck, tuck that ice in

I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that ice in

You ain’t, you ain’t iced

Lights on, lights off

I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that, ice in

You ain’t, you ain’t, iced out

Tuck, tuck that ice in

I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that ice in

You ain’t, you ain’t iced

Lights on, lights off

I shine like a lighthouse

(TRICK DADDY)

My shit is platinum

These assholes wearin' white gold

See I’m to smart for this cause

All my shit paid for

And why should I rent a house

When I can huy it and write it off

Make it my Florida home for the summer

Round winter time just rent it out

See I ain’t none of them

Who ride around on rented rims

Change on the weekend

And floss in him mama’s Benz

See when I hit the scene

I be so fresh so clean

White fitted, white tee

Ain’t nan nigga like me

What kind of shit you on

Wearin' f**kin' rhinestones

Them cubic zirconia son

Them ain’t f**kin' diamonds

So you gonna f**k around

And get gangrene at the arm

Who’d rob and kill one

Over some mother-f**kin' slum

Your chain is crazy

That shit for gazey

And it ain’t real

Unless its copper or stainless steel

So whoever made it…

You shouldn’t have paid it

Twenty grand for a watch

Thats f**kin' gold plated!

(BABY)

16 out the house

17 gold mouth

18 on the block

Nigga got them thangs out

Birdman stunna, nigga we don’t sit in jail

Real nigga’s do real thangs

You know we make bail

Trick hit me on the cell

Know I gotta make a sale

Found myself in Dade County

Nigga’s movin' pounds of bail

So fresh, so bright with the ice

Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea

Cali got my back

I’m strapped nigga and prephase

Doin' it big, poppin' bottles, Nigga the g-way

Black handles, black ice, we’ll get it right

For a cheap price nigga that cutter’ll get your mind right

M.O.B. to a bitch

Made my hood rich

Quick cash, young money, it’s that uptown shit

Ballin’one them bitches

Shock callin' on them bitches

Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches

(TRICK DADDY)

They asked the kid the difference between mine and his

See my shit blindin'

His shit don’t shine

Cause that shit ain’t real

His gemstones, they fruity pebbles

Just like Flinstones

And he had his «Roley» on

But I ain’t even notice his arm

But his diamonds cloudy

And he ain’t shiny

And I heard his shit «Tick Tick Tickin'»

Oh man, this nigga trippin!

See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga

Actin' cocky

Big thangs with fat pockets

Wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches

My overseas friends

Are breakin' thangs in

Invest in a smaller hit town

Shakin', bakin’and breakin' it down

We gettin' top dollar

Cause we got that top powder

Hoes slob on our johnson

Cause johnson got that best powder

We call a grand a dollar

We gettin' money holla

Rollin' hard with five fives

Real f**king street ballers

I did five trucks since the first quarter

I’m on the right path at this rate

I’ll be sellin' slabs by the halfs

Nigga’s do real thangs

You know we make bail

Trick hit me on the cell

Know I gotta make a sale

Found myself in Dane County

Nigga’s movin' pounds of bail

So fresh, so bright with the ice

Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea

Cali got my back

I’m strapped nigga and prephase

Doin' it big, poppin' bottles, N*** the g-way

Black handles, black ice, we’ll get it right

For a cheap price nigga that cutter’ll get your mind right

M.O.B. to a bitch

Made my hood rich

Quick cash, young money, it’s that uptown shit

Ballin’one them bitches

Shock callin' on them bitches

Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches

(TRICK DADDY)

They asked the kid the difference between mine and his

See my shit blindin'

His shit don’t shine

Cause that shit ain’t real

His gemstones, they fruity pebbles

Just like Flinstones

And he had his «Roley» on

But I ain’t even notice his arm

But his diamonds cloudy

And he ain’t shiny

And I heard his shit «Tick Tick Tickin'»

Oh man, this nigga trippin!

See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga

Actin' cocky

Big thangs with fat pockets

Wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches

My overseas friends

Are breakin' thangs in

Invest in a smaller hit town

Shakin', bakin’and breakin' it down

We gettin' top dollar

Cause we got that top powder

Hoes slob on our johnson

Cause johnson got that best powder

We call a grand a dollar

We gettin' money holla

Rollin' hard with five fives

Real f**king street ballers

I did five trucks since the first quarter

I’m on the right path at this rate

I’ll be sellin' slabs by the halfs