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Artiste : BabyTron
Titre : Trick Or Treat?
Do you know how lucky I feel I am
To find a man who loves me as I am? (It´s Hokatiwi)
You never try to change a single part of me

Thousand dollar meal, I can´t read what the menu say
Calamari, oxtails, and some crème brûlée
Never under-achievin´, we N-U-A (Never, never, never, never)
Played out the ARP, this a M16
Got the pint at 10:00, drank it all by 10:16
That´s a line a minute
When cuddy step into that kitchen, he ain´t fryin´ chicken (Nope)
Loose leaf, Slapwood, I´ll play both
Ironic, it´s a ghost gun ´cause this bitch´ll make ghosts
Seventh game, I ain´t choke, you should sit and take notes
Fucked around, did the Wock´ slush, it left my brain froze

Said you poured a eight, bro, must be all Karo
Wake up, tote banana clips off the Bape row
Sweat them boys two times, think the series eight-O
Probably think the S, "sport," but it stand for space mode, this a UFO (Nyoom)
In the whip, doin´ shrooms, that´s a boombox (Damn)
DFE, catchin´ plays in the boondocks
At the line, down one, two shots (Yah)
Guarantee I hit both, shit, who not?
You the middleman, sold bowls, never grew crops
They ain´t even competition, think I need some new opps
Cut into your bitch, had her oozin´ like a juice box
Turnin´ in my Apple products, I can´t let the fruit rot

(Hey)
Banana clip hangin´ out longer than a tube sock (Brr, ah, ah)
In my zone, off a six, got a pocket full of guwop (Hey)
Cuddy on the run ´cause he missed arraignment
I´ll take the blick and aim it, point it at your whip, and paint it
Everybody hatin´, now they lovin´, went from Chris to Raymond
ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia (ShittyBoyz)

Lew Alcindor, got the fiends on the block hooked
Streets ain´t safe, ´fore you cross, gotta stop, look (Look)
Take my buckle, hit tush, he just got whooped

Doggy tried to run off with the bag, got a chopped foot (Come here)
I don´t play games, gotta act a vision
Why you worried ´bout a M? You ain´t had a half a ticket (You haven´t)
Let alone, a hundred K, it´s a stack in different
Never me, you would give up tryna pass a mission (Where?)
Yeah, I see your new kicks, they the last edition
Don´t even worry ´bout my craft, I´m masterin´ it
Masked up with it, bro gon´ rob on Halloween
Blended in so clean, they ain´t catch him on the scene
Trick or treat, choose wisely (Dummy)
At your door, two of us in two shiesties
Do you really think I give a fuck who likes me?
That is not my income, told Dee if he missed the three, I´ma tip dumb

Uh-huh, bitch, I´m rollin´ up a big blunt
Oh yeah, the last tough guy? This some him runtz
Still ain´t made a fifty ball? Time to give them trips up
Time to make that call, valet, pull the whip up
DSM, playin´ with them pits, get a bit butt
Pause, that was a bit much, but I don´t give a fuck
Shooter like a drunk ass salonist, fuckin´ wigs up
Tried to keep the kid underground, I had to dig up
How you gon´ judge a book before you read the prologue?
Tellin´ fairy tales that we cool, I don´t know dawg
Rest of my life, it´s all show (Yup), no talk
White buffs, look like Hutch hit me with a snowball

In a foreign car, roof down with the doors ajar
Punch that I got clerk, won´t see the scoring card
It really hits my soft spot when I pour the heart (Ah)
Ever try to fix somethin´ and been short a part? (Man)
Ever try to break somethin´ then it wouldn´t fold?
Same DNA I got up in my fuckin´ bones
Touchdown OT with gang, I couldn´t come alone
In a Sprinter with some bowls, we gon´ spend the summer blow
We spent all year geeked
You say I ain´t talkin´ good? Then your ears weak
Can´t afford to miss a flight, I had to pay that clear fee
ShittyBoyz, long live $cam