Won't Trade Lyrics - The Renaissance - 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 

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" 

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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 

Photos 

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...