Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trick for Treat, artist - Neon Neon. Date of issue: 24.06.2007
Song language: English
Trick for Treat |
| She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood |
| She got me doing all I can |
| The way her dress be blowing in the wind |
| She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in |
| (It's a bust) |
| My bitch look good so they call me Hollywood |
| Berate me: rebel, rebel — though I think they wish they could |
| Figured they got me around that collar, geeza, I wish it would |
| All right, all Dwight, all white, what’s good? |
| They open man, breathing in like oxygen |
| My man Montana had me slanging through the tropics man |
| I told him my issues, ask how to get in issues |
| Sent me home with a gift, a few bricks from his igloos |
| And now I’m back from the future, stepping out my gullwing |
| Cookbook from Virginia, honey let me explain |
| Jeezy said it was easy, jiggman the same thing |
| Trust this, take a sniff, take a second, taste a drip, drip |
| She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood |
| She got me doing all I can |
| The way her dress be blowing in the wind |
| She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in |
| (It's a bust) |
| (Gold weighs so much more than this) |
| Back to the feature, break the sutures on your septum |
| Alleviate the deviated nature and we’ll wreck them |
| Latch key kit, feel the drip, licking pussy lips |
| Bitches all around me wiggling hips |
| Feel the chop, time just stops |
| Roll another tuna baby, suck that shit up |
| Bag of skull and crushed up bones |
| But the bathroom line is just too long |
| Girly walk with me so we can feed the greed |
| Lurking in the alley seedily |
| One hand, one kitty, other feeling on me |
| I’m gonna stick it in the chickenhead cause shit ain’t free |
| And I’m, waiting for my man |
| Secret shake, wait, exchange hands |
| So then they saw the DeLorean baby, unless unhighly I’m right |
| And ease me my, puts in the Benjamin Franks (???) |
| They going deep through trenches, blasting Charlie’s April bitches (???) |
| Also stop and keep them waiting picture (???) |
| Imma miss these niggas, jeez |
| Cheddar Romano Gouda |
| Hungry belly, full like Buddha |
| You said we was alone, who’s the intruder? |
| She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood |
| She got me doing all I can |
| The way her dress be blowing in the wind |
| She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in |
| (It's a bust) |
| Society high in Lady Snow |
| Society high in caviar |
| Once in Belize (???) |
| Is poised for release |