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10 Pc. Mild

by Trinidad Jame$

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[Intro: Trinidad Jame$] Okay This your main man T-Jame$, you already know And I can't talk to everybody face to face So I gotta do songs so hopefully you listen Cause it doesn't matter what I say How you take it is the only thing that matters My nigga [Hook: Trinidad Jame$] Hoes, clothes and that money Hoes, clothes and that money, I said Hoes, clothes and that money Hoes, clothes and that money You get money, you get hoes You get money, you get clothes You get money, you get hoes I said hoes, clothes and that money [Verse 1: Trinidad Jame$] If you never knew nothing, know nothin' (god damn) All the money in the world ain't nothin' You can't please these bitches for nothin' All these bitches wanna think they somethin' (they not) Smoke a blunt blunt, bitch bitch (calm down) Have respect for a nigga when a nigga come down Do [?] niggas if you claim you down I'm rain with the weather when I come down Coming down was the shit, comin' up was the hard part (yess) Knowing in your heart cuz' you asked for it Prayin' up to god for a chance (chance) A chance (chance) a chance (chance) To change your life for what you want Forget about them baby what you want? Baby in the end that's all that counts So live, love your life now [Bridge: Trinidad Jame$] What's your addiction? You sit back and think about it Is it more than one? Well, mines's is the Hoes, clothes and that money Hoes, clothes and that money, I said Hoes, clothes and that money Hoes, clothes and that money [Verse 2: Trinidad Jame$] Uh, I got a ho addiction (okay) And Her addiction (yeah) Is a coke-sniffin, pill-splittin' young missis Cali' brought her to that A-town That A-town brought that freak out So every time she be 'round I get the pussy and beat down, b-beat down And I beez out, can't lay up Or lay down, can't make your baby feel comfortable Like I wanna be your man now The reality of this situation Is a tragedy, if I don't say The things that you wanna hear Is the things that I won't say (I won't say) [Hook] [Verse 3: CyHi the Prynce] Cyhi All she say is "Can you buy me those?" "Take me out I like papa does" She love the mall she like to shop for clothes She a gold digger and I'm a pot of gold But the bitch can't even make sloppy joes I dont ever spend the night, I'm like "Adios!" If we got pulled over by the police That's the only time I aloud with hoes All the real niggas sayin "Chuuch!" The only thing missing is the choir robes Pimpin' is like being a firefighter 'cuz you always got the fire hoes You just another escort at the airport Only fuck with niggas if they playin' sport But she prefer rappers, that's her favourite choice So when she find out who i was, it just made her moist Mm-mm-mm ol' thirsty bitch A nigga bought her everything, She don't work for shit The ho suck dick for every purse she get So when you really think about it, she ain't worth the list Homie you can have her now, wether first to hit Boy I'm all about the money, I dont flirt with chicks At 17 I fucked my teacher, she was 36 So all the playas in the building seen the word to diss [Hook] [Outro] Whooa Changin' before our eyes New world Changin' before our eyes New world Changin' before our eyes Before our eyes, before our eyes
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[Hook: Trinidad James (Travis Scott)] x2 We gon' fuck this bitch up We gon' tear this shit down (I'm rollin' weed straight off this bitch, nigga) We gon' fuck this bitch up We gon' tear this shit down (Fuckin' 'round with that, nigga) We gon' fuck this bitch up We gon' tear this shit down (A hundred shots to the head, nigga) We gon' fuck this bitch up We gon' tear this shit down (I wouldn't fuck with that, nigga) [Verse 1: Travis Scott] AHHHHHHHHHH But you don't hear me though Skinny young nigga in the cameo Doin' big runs at the liquor store AHHHHHHHHHH Let me in this bitch Hit the back door, I'm feelin' it Fresher than a motherfucker, killin' it Have a little taste of the Black Ace Lean with the Sprite, turn a little grape When I'm on the screen with the double O theme Live a dream, [?] did a scene Better duck, better duck when a nigga buck Shooters at your house, 'bout to light it up Haven't seen the last niggas in about a month Kickin' down your door, don't give a fuck Bounce in this bitch, bounce like you've been to the N.O. Hookah flavors got these niggas turned into bitches, lil' hoes And the hood niggas are them to watch Run up the block, grabbin' that heat from the rocks And your party like boom!, don't care what your party like boom! And then we gon' burn the roof [Hook: Trinidad James (Travis Scott)] x2 [Verse 2: Trinidad James] I said fuck it, I went in nigga, and I lost it I said fuck it, I went in nigga, and I bought it Security let me through before I act a fool, pussy Security let me through before I act a fool Don't pat me down, nigga, I might Pacquiao the next I say don't even laugh when I'm passin' y'all niggas I say pull out the strap, and blast for y'all niggas I say pull out the strap, and blast for your face I'm a flashy young nigga, I be flexin' on niggas I say your bitch , she showed me them titties Her nigga into crime, he say he 'on't like him I say aww shit, that nigga 'bout to fight [Hook: Trinidad James (Travis Scott)] x2
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[Intro] Alright dirt, let's go (I'm too fucked up) I'm too fucked up (x4) [Hook] I need a trippy bitch, I ain't with that cute shit (x4) I'm too fucked up (I'm too fucked up) (x8) [Verse 1: Trinidad James] My nigga what you need? My nigga what you smoke? My nigga what you drank? My nigga pour a fo' Nosebleed, nosebleed My nigga, what you snort? I took a hundred shrooms I need a hundred more I need a trippy bitch She fuck on Hennessy She got that Miley Cyrus White girl shaking Now watch her shake (bust) Now watch her shake (bust) Now watch her shake Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook] [Verse 2: Fabo of D4L] I'm still seeing spaceships on Bankhead, I'm too fucked up I need a trippy bitch, ratchet bitch The one that like the drugs She addicted to the club Ain't with the cute shit I'm looking for a hundred piece That's got the real freak in her blood I'm two fucked up, already doubled up Bands'll get her naked like a birthday Bougie, cute, gold digger Hold up, you got the wrong nigga in the first place I like to see her spread her legs in the two seater Wet and hot, runnin' like a meter Tellin' me, all she want me to do is beat it Got her leakin' by the litre So I eat her cause it's sweeter I need a real trippy bitch when I'm fucked up Ain't with that cute shit in my spaceship Gas blowin' on your way out Tell your homegirl to come in Cause your ass can't stay here [Verse 3: Danny Brown] Hell yeah I play with my nose, Got powder stains on designer clothes, I be rollin' off of them crystals, Got a nigga brain feelin' like a launch missile, God damn right, Off that thizzle, Bitch I'm ballin, blow my whistle, Smokin' on a Bobby Johnson, Got felatio at my concert, Knockin on them hoes tonsils (2x), Got my cock all up in her noggin, When I be shoppin', And she callin' callin' me daddy, Got road head up in that caddy, And she the driver And I can't explain nothin' But I know one thing it was fatal, I be higher than a motherfucker, Fucked up, turn down for what? I wanna fuck, she wanna fuck, So we hit the BP to grab a rum, Copped a Fiji and a box of magnums, Hit that bitch with that arm and hammer, Dope dick, stay focused, Need a trippy bitch... I got a 20oz, couple lines in it ..but sure I'm finished Heart beat sound like I'm playin' tennis Drinkin' Dr. Pepper, looking just like dentists Looking for a trippy bitch That cute shit I ain't with that Ratchet bitches getting turnt up Off a couple pills and a six pack [Hook] [Verse 4: Playa Fly] I'm too fucked up My crew fucked up My boo fucked up They rubbed me up too much That made me tough So now I'm too turnt up on O-Zs of OG burnt up I be in chronic city Player fly to funky town Codeine and prometh and tussin' Next there to wash 'em down Pop me a roxy, percocet Or a lower tab I'm on that molly, plus that Madonna I'm going mad ...til the diz-ay I diz-ie Set that shit back I'm crownin' They still live by the now, fly Need my bitches fire I need my bitches hiz-igh So high we gettin' sky Til they can't take no more now they fly They soakin' wet, never try And overflow of supply The truth they cannot deny And givin' only a try No ho, no owe me no lie Keep dummy promises from me The influence I'm under But I'm on top of this money Say, what's funny honey Don't see no laughing stock Not your Winnie The Pooh But do want into your honey pot Turn down the giggle box Turnt up her kiss my spot Gyrating and motivating on chemicals Recreating Woodstock I wish I would stop Like they say turn down for what? Before they turnt up, get crunk I come to get niggas buck And now they stuck with me And trill and buck with me I need a trippy bitch to come get fucked up with me [Outro] Hold up, man Y'all just heard that shit? Man, y'all playin' Anyways man, where my homegirls? I don't have groupies I have homegirls All my homegirls bob your head with me one time Yeah
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[Hook] If you a bad bitch Show them titties, ass meat Tell a broke bitch, watch me Watch me, watch me, watch me Ball, ball, ball, ball Watch me ball, ball, ball Wa-watch me, ball, ball, ball Watch me, ball, ball, ball Watch me [Verse 1: Trinidad James] You better watch that bitch Cause she watching your nigga You better watch your bitch Cause she here up on her nigga I'm not about the issues I'm just trying to tell He looking for your bitch My dick said you just missed her Nigga my bang, nigga my hoops may be like (?) I say this song for them bad bitches, they ain't showing no tracks This song for them white girls who thick nigga, like they black (Nicki) This song for them ratchet bitches who nigga tatted on they neck [Hook] [Verse 2: Trinidad James] She get her own money She don't need no nigga Nigga's ain't shit Hoes ain't either She only chase her dreams She don't chase no nigga She only save her gas She ain't saving no nigga She'd rather shop than to watch your kids Get a lil green, she ain't getting pregnant Nigga's pay for pussy, nigga pay your bill You only got dick, nigga how she gon' live? Get a job [Hook]
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[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & Trinidad James) Boy I'm 'bout my dollar hate to follow I'm a leader James up in the crowd while I'm standing on the speakers Your ho got me fucked up talkin' like I need her Trinidad look at the crowd and I'm like "watch out for them peoples!" (Aw shit!) He bout to: [Trinidad James:] Jump up off the stage Nigga I'm jumpin off the stage I'm turnt up in this bitch, nigga, I'm jumpin' off the stage (Bitch!) Jump up off the stage Nigga I'm jumpin off the stage I'm turnt up in this bitch, nigga, I'm jumpin' off the stage [Verse 1: Trinidad James] Oh lord! These niggas mad! They seen Rich Homie, then they seen 'dad! All we get is money, all my bitches bad Nigga you wanna fight? Then bring yo' ass! Nigga I'm turnt up, I don't think you know me You let us in yo' club, we tear it up, call the police! *sirens* Wait, fuck the po-lice! Wait, fuck the po-lice Nigga, fuck the po-lice Came in nigga no shirt Left nigga wit yo' ho It's a damn shame how these hoes work They see James and them hoes twerk It's a damn shame how these hoes work They see James and them hoes twerk Buss' it, buss' it, buss' it buss' it buss' it BITCH [Hook:] [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] The crowd lookin' at me, but I don't do no jumpin' Trinidad with me, so, that's a whole lot of money homie (Rich Homie!) Mothafuckin' stage, big star, hol' up wait a minute' You let the swoop charge you for the pussy And I ain't have to pay to hit it Stop playing with me, stand up get knocked down I got your mothafuckin' daddy with me, hands up in that crowd He bout to jump in he got [?] No legs I run wit' cha Go ahead I'll come get it And I'm smart wanna fuck dumb bitches Better watch out, I heard he like to jump off in the crowd I'm the laid-back type see I might jump off on on the couch Rollin' on that molly, wanna fuck a bitch now By the end of this song I bet they shut this bitch down [Hook:]
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Ayy Man..Shit I'm just doing me. I'm not on what you on. There's only one car in my lane And my manager drives it, bitch! God gave you an opinion, But a nigga like me don't give a fuck Shit, I mean... They fucking with me cause im real (real) They fucking with me cause im real (real) They fucking with me cause im real (real) Bitch! (2x) If I ain't doing what I'm supposed to do, Then tell me what i need. (4x) I already proved that I can make a banger, nigga. For the free. Now check my call log, I got Lex Luger, nigga. For the beat. I'm T.I.G now. We the new look. Don't look (look) in the whip (whip) Cause yo bitch might be in it. (oops) Got an evil twin named T. James Who eats lames And give beats flame Give yo bitch a lil sugar and now she call me Sweet James. It's cool niggas and it's you niggas. And my swag, achoo nigga. God bless you man cause I fuck with you. God bless you man cause I fuck with you. They fucking with me cause im real (real) They fucking with me cause im real (real) They fucking with me cause im real (real) Bitch! (2x) If I ain't doing what I'm supposed to do, Then tell me what i need. (4x) [Verse 2] I'm back, back. Gotta thank West for this track, track. I get beats, go ham on 'em. Nigga no lie, now that's facts. "Is he still fucking with me?" I hate when niggas ask that. How am I doing? Nigga, why the fuck you can't ask THAT!? Fuck it man, y'all niggas ass-back. Worse nigga if you ask me. All in my face now but you wasn't fuckin' with me just last week. My partna partnas is my partnas partna. These new niggas ain't my partnas partna.
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[Produced by J. Padron & Young Roc] [Hook] Fuck 'em up You don't like me nigga, then fight (Fuck 'em up) [x6] Y'all niggas can't do shit (bitch) Y'all niggas can't do shit, I said now [x8] [Verse 1 - Trinidad James] I'm in DC with them Clipses Cali, call up Nipsey In Philly, I know Meek I know Meek and Omelly I call up Bigga Rankin Nigga down in that ? Shout out to them bad bitches KOD Miami Salute to them Haitian niggas Hot down in Little Haiti Salute to Jimmy nigga Harlem going crazy I'm good nigga, even in Texas Better watch what you rap about I call up the Prince boys I know you heard about Rap-a-lot [Hook] [Verse 2 - Gucci Mane] Guwop or doo-wop I'm a trap nigga, I'm not hip-hop Jumping out a Phantom with the Louis flip-flops My clip long like tube socks If you say something, I'mma spray something Wanna fuck some and I'mma pay something Had a threesome with your BM And my young niggas'll take some Take money to make money I'm a great ape with this AK Banana clip for these monkey niggas I'm a millionaire, but a country nigga Half a mil on a dice game Three mil on my ice game Was all good 'til your wife came It's Gucci Mane, you in my lane [Hook] [Verse 3 - Young Scooter] Quarter million dollar worth of jewelry, I'm a lick You haters sittin' plottin' Y'all niggas ain't gonna do shit My name ringing bells cause I done took a lot of bricks Independent major label deal, I'm filthy rich Little Mexico lingo We got a home where we make kilos You say you move kilos But nigga, you still stuck on zeroes Fake rappers, I don't like All I rap is white VVS my ice Nigga, fuck your highest price [Hook] [Verse 4 - Alley Boy] Alley Boy don't play Little Trouble don't play Bitch ain't gonna play, Little Ricky don't play Get you take, new face in the A These young shooters gonna do what I say New king of the south, they can't do shit Atta boy, 2Pac in '96 But I ain't get shot, I'mma kill me a bitch Get Zone 6, I'mma wrap these bricks ? eye for an eye War cry nigga, these bullets gonna fly From 1 to 6 dare nigga to try Pussy went blind from all that fire With my gold grill and my gold Bentley Black father, nigga, no flexin' Y'all niggas can't do shit Fuck 'em up, you better stay red [Hook] [Verse 5 - Childish Gambino] Pull up in an Audi, they don't know shit about me These rappers are so inventive Your Maserati is rented, my second house is in Venice 3rd in Kaua'i, I got a bird cause I'm fly, I don't wanna brag These niggas wanna break my neck They could, I'm a buck fifty when soaking wet My hood got a clear port and an ocean deck I made a hater eat words, watch him choke to death Back for more, fuck it, I'mma rap some more I got some white girls with me like I'm Macklemore My back is sore, from whippin' in the Jaguar I'm the goat like a motherfucking Capricorn Yeah, I hate whack niggas, that's my fucking problem (Tru!) I'm too turned up like like the fucking volume These niggas get dropped like my fucking albums Eastside, Stone Mountain [Hook]

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released August 13, 2013

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