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Tuck Ya Ice (feat. Baby)

Track byTrick Daddy

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  • 2006.12.25
  • 4:23
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(Chorus) Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, 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 aint, you aint, 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! (Chorus) (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 aint, you aint, 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 aint, you aint, 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! (Chorus) (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 (Chorus) (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 (Chorus) (Chorus) Tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, tuck, tuck that, ice in You aint, you aint, 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 aint, you aint, 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! (Chorus) (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 (Chorus) (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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus) (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 (Chorus)

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