Won't Trade (Album Version)

Won't Trade (Album Version)

Q-Tip

Now that I know what is boy

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
Walking 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 nothing
The one division leader
In the rebound new group of shorties
Off the post, going coast to coast
She on the hard ones, sub him out the game she saying
"No, 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 bringing 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 running 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
Holding the bat, as good as fat
She's out the park and coming 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
Hanging 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 looking for
Back-shoot and laughter ball ?
Leaves it all on the floor
Always looking 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 seeing 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

Written by BOBBY EATON, FRED BRIDGES, KAMAAL FAREED, RICHARD KNIGHT
Published by BUG MUSIC

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