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Tricky (feat. Loso Dinero) Video (MV)




Performed By: Deontay
Length: 3:37
Written by: Deontay Smith




Deontay - Tricky (feat. Loso Dinero) Lyrics




Mastered mine my flow Bad bitches walking in the studio

Swerving all these pie hoes looking out for 5 O
Gotta keep like 9 hoes Break they arm like Rondo

Tay gon breaker

Told that bitch come give me hickeys
Aka that's a dick eat
Baltimore city get real tricky bitch you better keep a blicky
Tay get tricky
Tay get tricky
Loso with me loso tricky

I gotta new hoe She do whatever i tell her
You wouldn't guess where i met her i nickname yo bitch header

Why yo hoe keep calling me why yo hoe keep bothering me
Yo control ya hoe bruh she ain't pose to talk to me

F*ck it im on another level i went and iced my f*cking bezel
Me and my brothers all together Tay and loso who gon do it better?
Ima run my money up to the max drilling yo hoe from the back

Swerving all these pie hoes looking out for 5 O
Gotta keep like 9 hoes Break they arm like Rondo

Tay gon breaker

Told that bitch come give me hickeys
Aka that's a dick eat
Baltimore city get real tricky bitch you better keep a blicky
Tay get tricky
Tay get tricky
Loso with me loso tricky

They say Loso why you playing, holding out on that pressure
Said in order to succeed you gotta plot before you set up
Violate & you get wet up
Size 11 i won't let up
Heavy shit got it in order jumping squares like playing checkers

Don't forget to change ya boards chess done taught me life lessons
Left him in critical they said injuries was life threatening
Word of mouth that he survived, now that shit was light checking
Keep a tool i dare a nigga question me bout what I'm repping

The professor in attendance on the block
Knowledge on violence i can teach you shit about the Glock
Try to cherish time the most cause them tics ain't gonna stop
I told you that's the enemy you still with him now I'm hot

Now I feel as though you trynna play me in my face
Gotta treat you like a math problem put him his place
Have you ever had the hammer cocked pointed in ya face?
Then ya life flash i ain't talking when the picture take

No this shit ain't fake true story gotta paint the picture
Catch a body then get low, cause you hold a public figure
Gotta get strait to the digits no accountant bitch you tripping
The pole come with a caution sign so I can catch you slipping

Niggas funny Eddie Griffin
Snub nose like Scottie Pippin
Don't make me bring my undertaker out no i ain't kidding
Pregnant money in that mitten
Take his soul & say good riddance
Advised my discretion this shit not set up for children
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Mastered mine my flow Bad bitches walking in the studio

Swerving all these pie hoes looking out for 5 O
Gotta keep like 9 hoes Break they arm like Rondo

Tay gon breaker

Told that bitch come give me hickeys
Aka that's a dick eat
Baltimore city get real tricky bitch you better keep a blicky
Tay get tricky
Tay get tricky
Loso with me loso tricky

I gotta new hoe She do whatever i tell her
You wouldn't guess where i met her i nickname yo bitch header

Why yo hoe keep calling me why yo hoe keep bothering me
Yo control ya hoe bruh she ain't pose to talk to me

F*ck it im on another level i went and iced my f*cking bezel
Me and my brothers all together Tay and loso who gon do it better?
Ima run my money up to the max drilling yo hoe from the back

Swerving all these pie hoes looking out for 5 O
Gotta keep like 9 hoes Break they arm like Rondo

Tay gon breaker

Told that bitch come give me hickeys
Aka that's a dick eat
Baltimore city get real tricky bitch you better keep a blicky
Tay get tricky
Tay get tricky
Loso with me loso tricky

They say Loso why you playing, holding out on that pressure
Said in order to succeed you gotta plot before you set up
Violate & you get wet up
Size 11 i won't let up
Heavy shit got it in order jumping squares like playing checkers

Don't forget to change ya boards chess done taught me life lessons
Left him in critical they said injuries was life threatening
Word of mouth that he survived, now that shit was light checking
Keep a tool i dare a nigga question me bout what I'm repping

The professor in attendance on the block
Knowledge on violence i can teach you shit about the Glock
Try to cherish time the most cause them tics ain't gonna stop
I told you that's the enemy you still with him now I'm hot

Now I feel as though you trynna play me in my face
Gotta treat you like a math problem put him his place
Have you ever had the hammer cocked pointed in ya face?
Then ya life flash i ain't talking when the picture take

No this shit ain't fake true story gotta paint the picture
Catch a body then get low, cause you hold a public figure
Gotta get strait to the digits no accountant bitch you tripping
The pole come with a caution sign so I can catch you slipping

Niggas funny Eddie Griffin
Snub nose like Scottie Pippin
Don't make me bring my undertaker out no i ain't kidding
Pregnant money in that mitten
Take his soul & say good riddance
Advised my discretion this shit not set up for children
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Writer: Deontay Smith
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