chris angel

chris angel i know tricks

i love pussy

but ain't a trick

they say it ain't tricking if you got it

well i trick a bitch about it

chris angel i know tricks

i love pussy

but ain't a trick

they say it ain't tricking if you got it

well i trick a bitch about it

and i ain't even have to smell it

bitch you make me mad swear to god i'm telling

young shawty lo got a dough boy fatties

i'm getting money what the fuck is y'all yelling

sw and tree trees

so what ey

i love it got game

yeah right

i'm the motherfucking major

i got no wife

but the white be my girlfriend

you all rappers

you need a gun straight

i put a hit on your head that's a contray

ey

and i just bought a maybach

rode up won the dawn

catch a contest

shout

chris angel i know tricks

i love pussy

but ain't a trick

they say it ain't tricking if you got it

well i trick a bitch about it

chris angel i know tricks

i love pussy

but ain't a trick

they say it ain't tricking if you got it

well i trick a bitch about it

here we go

tell a foe

different hoe

so cold in summertime i wore a winter coat

2 chainz ballin' like cynical

jump on

i might tip your hoe

you don't seen it

all i seen it all before

i'm talking 'bout the block

hand to hand give and go

smoking on a long blunt of exone

this tray flay nigga you got stepped on

big chain

throw 'em like a leprechaun

i wear shades my eyes red like decepticon

i do

i do

well lemme think about it

oh yeah i fucked your friend and gave her fifty thousand

chris angel i know tricks

i love pussy

but ain't a trick

they say it ain't tricking if you got it

well i trick a bitch about it

chris angel i know tricks

i love pussy

but ain't a trick

they say it ain't tricking if you got it

well i trick a bitch about it