Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trick For Treat, artist - Neon Neon. Album song Stainless Style, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 17.08.2008
Record label: LEX
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, reliving they 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, stopping at my doorway |
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, see the lead |
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 leave? |
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 |
Several mime a gooda (?) |
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 |