Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Won't Trade , by - Q-Tip. Release date: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Won't Trade |
| For your epitaph niggers |
| Laugh, tricks that he gassed your ass |
| Siphon and not your cash |
| Seeing the door in a flash |
| While I stay enclosed |
| Walkin' out my clothes she said, |
| I won’t trade him for nothing |
| You’re mother fucking right |
| Walking this shit every night |
| Fin this shit? |
| Hold it tight |
| rina filma on my sleeve? |
| Even when I have to leave |
| Cooler than even in the breeze |
| Do you believe |
| I was waiting for nothin' |
| The one division leader |
| In the rebound new group of shorties |
| Off the post, goin' coast to coast |
| She on the hard ones, sub him out the game she sayin' |
| «naw, he good, I mean» |
| I won’t trade him for nothing |
| For no amount of dough |
| Franchise this man |
| Give him all the things you can |
| Think long term plans |
| he be bringin in the fans |
| Front page magazine, listen to this lady scream |
| I won’t trade him for nothing |
| Cause she know what’s better her top and |
| Now a beckon on the flu |
| Like a runnin' with the nicest nigger |
| kinda sorta ?? |
| When he’s singing just to slaughter no matter the quarter |
| I won’t trade him for nothing |
| The club house king |
| batting practice Slugger swing, |
| game time same thing |
| When I’m in about a minute |
| Holdin' the bat, as good as fat |
| She’s out the park and comin back she’s saying |
| I won’t trade him for nothing |
| And for ray you say you get it good |
| If you were the ball player at all |
| And the famous fall inevitably will make a call |
| Hangin' memorabilia from you walls |
| This is why you can’t trade me |
| I won’t trade him for nothing |
| Now that I know what is boy |
| You can bet your money on a sure thing |
| Certain profit’s what it brings |
| Ceremonies of the ringer in the white house wing |
| Clear your mantle, the trophies I bring, do you wanna trade? |
| I won’t trade him for nothing |
| 'Cause in the air? |
| there’s a teammate you’re lookin' for |
| back-shoot and aughter ball? |
| Leaves it all on the floor |
| Always lookin' to score |
| Pep talks in the locker room |
| This is why you sing this tune |
| I won’t trade him for nothing |
| And then you reach Can’t make me sit out |
| I go 'til you get out |
| Her ball no get out |
| An all night get-down |
| I train for the pressure |
| and come out fresher |
| Equipped for the game |
| you know my name, it makes me better |
| I cheer for the whole team |
| Let’s go for the whole thing |
| The ballots that you’re holding |
| MVP voting |
| And I represent the sentiment you’re emoting |
| And you say |
| I won’t trade him for nothing |
| The physical ability with mental capability |
| Legitimately faces me outside of your vicinity |
| And I ain’t really seein' me |
| Vacating this community I’m staying in |
| I won’t trade him for nothing |
| I’m glad that you feel this way, |
| Here is where I like to play |
| Need to hear it everyday |
| They cheer for me, say «Olay!» |
| Wait a minute, «Andale?» |
| I don’t know, well anyway. |