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TJ Porter - Tricky (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TJ Porter
TJ Porter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Azar
Azar
Composer
Terrence Reaves
Terrence Reaves
Composer
Cameron Cox
Cameron Cox
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Co-Producer
George Issa Azar II
George Issa Azar II
Producer
Lee Wiggins
Lee Wiggins
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It's getting tricky in my city, truth is that you niggas ain't fuckin' with me I see these niggas staring when a nigga pop out, but they don't say nothing to me You see my shoes, they Loub' or Gucc', remember you bitches was fronting on me Dare you to run up, better move or boom, you niggas ain't taking nothing from me It's getting tricky in my city, truth is that you niggas ain't fuckin' with me I see these niggas staring when a nigga pop out, but they don't say nothing to me You see my shoes, they Loub' or Gucc', remember you bitches was fronting on me Dare you to run up, better move or boom, you niggas ain't taking nothing from me I waited my turn, now I think it's my time that I put my city in a chokehold Them niggas sneak diss on my name, then ask me for features 'cause they don't want no smoke I know that my niggas is comin', you know that they comin', my nigga, it's no joke We ain't playin' those games, it's no joke I know that you niggas don't want smoke I got a snake on my sneaker, I'm making more money than my teacher It's game time, screamin', "We gon' ball," remember I sat up on the bleachers Wherever I go, they screaming my name and playing my tunes on the speakers Fuck all of them bitches who curved and got on my nerves, now all of them some eaters It's getting tricky in my city, truth is that you niggas ain't fuckin' with me I see these niggas staring when a nigga pop out, but they don't say nothing to me You see my shoes, they Loub' or Gucc', remember you bitches was fronting on me Dare you to run up, better move or boom, you niggas ain't taking nothing from me It's getting tricky in my city, truth is that you niggas ain't fuckin' with me I see these niggas staring when a nigga pop out, but they don't say nothing to me You see my shoes, they Loub' or Gucc', remember you bitches was fronting on me Dare you to run up, better move or boom, you niggas ain't taking nothing from me I do the Gucci, the Louis, I do the Fendi, no Prada My niggas gon' run it up, we gon' fuck it up, focused up on the dollars If you get in the way of that paper, my niggas gon' run in your crib to your mama We be checked up like a Taliban, my niggas, they move like Osama They stole the drip, they stole the sauce, run in the store, I don't care what it cost I turned myself to a motherfucking boss I told my niggas that we all gon' ball, yeah We gettin' that shit that we couldn't afford, yeah, yeah yeah It's getting tricky in my city, truth is that you niggas ain't fuckin' with me I see these niggas staring when a nigga pop out, but they don't say nothing to me You see my shoes, they Loub' or Gucc', remember you bitches was fronting on me Dare you to run up, better move or boom, you niggas ain't taking nothing from me It's getting tricky in my city, truth is that you niggas ain't fuckin' with me I see these niggas staring when a nigga pop out, but they don't say nothing to me You see my shoes, they Loub' or Gucc', remember you bitches was fronting on me Dare you to run up, better move or boom, you niggas ain't taking nothing from me
Writer(s): George Issa Azar, Terrence Anthony Reaves, Cameron Nielson Cox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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