Dick, ass, skinny waves, little bit of wide on her pretty face
Wid bottles, getting straight
She say you want to think I got some
Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
And you gonna need that ass fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Honey we make this once then got thewe send that
She tell me money make her come so I give a shot with that
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
You, you going in, I'm going out
Go high and go home, what a time pass
You're a boss; let me see that money there
You want a honey; show me how the money makes
My ass been fat watch me doing out
Give me some rum I wanna pull it out
Swinging my wide, drinking my glass
He through it up, snapping my ass
Look that, got it pumping like a check
I got a dick, dick, ha, track on it
Let the
When you come you know I steel have a fat ass
Say what? Skinny ways
Little bit of wide on her pretty face
Word bottles, getting straight
She says you want to think I got some
Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat,
Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat,
Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat,
And you gonna need that ass fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Honey we make this once then got thewe send that
She tell me money make her come so I give a shot with that
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
I'm a little tipsy, feeling nice, felling my self, I'm living the life
Shining on 'em, treat 'em nice
My lips it's pooping make of life
My body faking, my ass popping
Just like some other shit, rose smoking
like a horse, rise a Porsche
She like teen boys, I like the
Bitch I'mma stop, bitch I'mma stop
My risk getting right, female should pop
Booty to the magic, I make it happened
When you come and ask you know I still got it
Dick, ass, skinny waves, little bit of wide on her pretty face
Wid bottles, getting straight
She say you want to think I got some
Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
And you gonna need that ass fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Honey we make this once then got thewe send that
She tell me money make her come so I give a shot with that ass
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Sure she had fat, fat, fat, fat, fat
Ain't nuttin to it but to do it
Let me holla at you baby
I know a lot of NFL players and a lot of NBA players (Sexy gurl!)
Like to holla at you, you know, but it's different hollering at me
You know what I'm saying? (Sexy gurl!)
Whatever they can give you,
I can give it to you times two
(Sexy gurl, but I really need you gurl!)
But in a gangsta way, can you dig it?
I woke up around ten o'clock this morning
I gave myself a stretch up, a morning yawning
Went to the bathroom to wash up
Put on my French-lace panties and my Enyce warm-up
I said, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the baddest bitch of them all?"
There was a quick pause
Then the mirror responded, "You know you got it locked stop actin' retarded."
Fa sho, that's why these bitches don't want beef
Cause I, flash the Roley with the all yellow deese
Got the sunflower-yellow on the fingernails
And the yellow Louie bag with the pastels
Yo I'm livin' like a model while my rap sales (Why?)
Cause niggaz love the way my back swells
Plus I show my ladies how to mack males
Fuck posin' for BlackTail, I'm bout to sign a PlayBoy deal, unh
Sexy gurl, (sexy, sexy)
You're my little sexy gurl (sexy gurl)
And I really love you gurl (love you gurl)
Said I really need you gurl (I need you gurl)
Put no one above you gurl (above you gurl)
Wanna kiss and hug you gurl (hug you gurl)
You're a little sexy gurl (sexy, sexy)
But I really love you gurl (love you gurl)
Come a little…
Close to the P-I- mpin'
Hop in the Coupe with Snoop go on a mission (mission)
Nonstop no intermission, breakfast in bed
We do head in the kitchen (ooooh!)
It's a lo-ve-ly day
You can hang out in the pool, act a fool or just bubble and bathe
And when you get it I love how you don't talk about me
But you lovin' the Dogg, that's what I like about it
M-I-A don't get in my way, the baddest bitch with the play-yi-yay (play-yi-yay)
And everyday I try to get my play on
This California lifestyle help you stay on (stay on)
I'm choppin' it up, (choppin' it up) I got the key so I'm lockin' it up (lockin' it up)
Flashin' 'em, (flashin' 'em) blastin' 'em (blastin' 'em)
I'm rollin' with a boss bitch passin' 'em
Come here cutie
Sexy gurl (sexy, sexy)
You're my little sexy gurl (sexy gurl)
And I really love you gurl (love you gurl)
Said I really need you gurl (I need you gurl)
Put no one above you gurl (above you gurl)
Wanna kiss and hug you gurl (hug you gurl)
You're a little sexy gurl (sexy, sexy)
But I really love you gurl (love you gurl)
Break it down (sexy, sexy)
Unh huh (yeah) (sexy gurl)
All my sexy ladies clap to this (love you gurl) that's right
All my sexy ladies clap to this (need you gurl) come on
Oh, (above you gurl) yeah (above you gurl) Oh!
All my sexy ladies clap to this (come on)
All my sexy ladies clap to this, come a little…
Better than Fendi and Gucci
You need a little more for me to be a groupie (that's right)
How bout a house down out on San Succi
Sittin' on an acre so we could move loosely
That's just how it goes
Vera Wang from the window pane down to the tips of my toes (Oh!)
And when I'm ready to leave I pull a Porsche out
Don't want no sticks or no seeds I go to Snoop's house
Fuck a professor, I need an investor (unh huh)
To eat me like Hannibal Lector
And keep me in a pink Kompressor, cups processor
And I don't want nuttin' lesser
Let me holla at you baby
I know a lot of NFL players and a lot of NBA players (Sexy gurl!)
Like to holla at you, you know, but it's different hollering at me
You know what I'm saying? (Sexy gurl!)
Whatever they can give you,
I can give it to you times two
(Sexy gurl, but I really need you gurl!)
But in a gangsta way, can you dig it?
So if you got time, like I know you got time
Come here sexy gurl and holla at the D-O double Gizzle fa shizzle (fa shizzle)
Sexy gurl!
Sexy gurl!
(feat. Lois Lane)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Niggas ain't shit, but hoes and tricks
Lick tha pearl tongue nigga keep tha dick
Get tha fuck out after I cum
So I can hop in my Coup and make a quick run
[Trina]
See, me and my boo's we got grands to use
With terrible attitudes nigga, who needs you?
Huh, you got your dirty ass feet on my couch
And smokin motherfuckin weed in my house
Is you sick yo?
I want YOU to get him and your dogs,
To stop grabbin doornobs, and hustle and rob
Or job, get tha fuck out of dodge (you heard that?)
You eat me this evenin, you don't even deserve that
Cause I'm a bank roll havin bitch
Mercedes Benz 6- double o havin bitch, I'm fabulous
And immaculate with nice curves
I game hers for the furs, and the Iceberg
You got nerves, old broke ass, not havin no doe ass
Slow ass, stayin on my porch ass, yo yay your ass nigga
You fake bitch, you make women hate dick, cuz you ain't shit
[Chorus]
[Lois Lane]
You that same old nigga
With tha same low figures
'cept the lies gettin bigga
And the sex lacks the vigor
Got used to the quickies, now your ass is just wack
Tryin to fuck my girl, behind my back, imajin that
I told her go ahead and try it just for the laughter
Now whe're feelin bad for all tha hoes you're goin after
Looks can be deceivin, and you're poppin much game
Crib in your moms name, claim of fortune and fame
Dressed in ICEBERG, senese still attached
Rockin a gator, fake rolly, hollow links to match
I sit back and watch, as you dig yourself deeper
Digits all in your beeper, you want her, better keep her
Last night you was all up in the club, slingin grips
Slippin DJ Roslay, givin dick tips away
Basically, you was holdin like you just went pro
But little did they know, you was flossin my doe
No, I got to go, before you cause a bitch to flick
From waistline to the bottom, you know niggas ain't shit
[Chorus]
[Trina]
You ain't shit to me yo
I'm spendin grands down in Rio
Manaje` in trio, garage like it cee-lo
4-5-6, Range Rov, 4.6 I lay low
While you hoes slob dick, you Blockah ballin ass
Niggas ain't shit, taste the clit
And you pussy lickaz aint shit
Wanna go low on me like a basement?
That's why I don't see none of y'all
You better reconize game bitch, thats why I sit in front of y'all
I don't owe you shit, nigga you owe me
I'm bout to change the locks, nigga keep the door key
You better get your shit, take it to your mamy house
Let me show you what a bitch from Miami bout
You got me fucked up, nigga ain't no free nut
Unless you comin VVS marquis cut
[Trina]
I got an ass so big like the sun
Hope you got a mile for a dick I wanna run
Slap it in my face shove it down my throat
Nigga where your blunt I can make this pussy smoke
I know how to fuck I know how to ride
I can spin around and keep the dick still inside
Now your mouth wide you looking real scared
I'm a maneater headhunter I'm prepared
[Trina talking]
Yea you running now
you running
I'ma put this pussy on you
Just like this
[Trina]
Put this pussy in yo jaws now smack
Like its Thanksgiving and it aint coming back
Collard greens neckbones nigga chew this ass
Both hold inspections dont stop til it pass
Licky licky licky licky licky for an hour
I'ma make it rain for you here's a golden shower
Smell it like a flower my pussy is a rose
Come a little closer I wanna fuck your nose
[Chorus]-Killer Mike
If you want it you can get it
If you with it I'ma hit it
Flip it rub it up and smack it
Look back at it I'm a addict
Look back at me (4X)
Girl
Look back at me (4X)
Girl
Look back at me girl (3X)
If you want it you can get it
If you with it I'ma hit it
Flip it rub it up and smack it
Look back at it I'm a addict
[Killer Mike]
Third bred red broad in my bed
Up all night took pipe gave head
Ass like Trina face like Mya
Shot it on her chest she said daddy aim higher
Put jimmy on her titties and I bust off wicked
Gave her mayonaise on the face pearl necklace
We turned the camera on we did a sex scene
She call me R. Kelly and I call her
Thats my bitch right there nigga
Hand full of ass and a fist full of weave
Ass in the air face down on your knees
I'm a beast when I fuck I'ma put it on your gut
I'ma have you saying no please let me get up
I'ma make you say that's the spot don't take it out
I'm feeling like Akinyele put it in your mouth
Kanye tell them gold digging hoes that we pimping in the South
And it ain't payday unless nuts in your mouth
[Chorus]
Back it up drop down to your knees
Bring it up real slow make one cheek freeze (2X)
If you want it you can get it
If you with it I'ma hit it
Flip it rub it up and smack it
Look back at it I'm a addict
[Trina]
Look look look look back at you for what
I'm trying to concentrate on busting me a nut
I'm thinking about Trav I'm thinking about Bo
Little dick nigga shit hurry up I gotta go
Since they in prison pussy nigga make me know
That you aint a virgin and you done this before
Fuck me til you can't breath til you swim and scream help
Its your lucky day all the lifeguards left
[Trina talking]
Little dick ass nigga
You better get your face down here and eat this pussy
Dribble these titties on your lips
While you're doing that put your hand around my hips
Bounce me like a ball slam me like K-ma
On and off the dick better known for breaking hearts
Nigga call a cab I'm finna pack my shit and leave
Shouldn't have let you fuck now thats some shit I can't believe
Wasting my time fucking all off beat
Pussy nigga next time when you see me don't speak
Now see I told y'all this wasnt gonna be nothing nice
and I know some of y'all
wasnt really payin attention so do me a favor and rewind
this shit and play it
again and if you listenin to this on a casette instead
of a cd you're game is
[Chorus: Tweet]
No Panties comin' off
My love is gonna cost
Cuz aint no way that you gon'
get up in this for free
[Missy Elliott]
NEW TRINA!!!!
[Verse 1: Trina]
Look boo, what the deals?
You got my cash, 'fo u stick in here?
I know you be packin' the steel
But I cant suck ya dick and get my lipstick smeared
Fuck nigga dont be grabbin' my braids
You got some cash? Then I'm easily persuaded
Taste ass these un-sauteed
See I be cummin' all night & all day
I'm Miss Trina, sim seema
Fuck a beamer
Got me benz and some rims
Tinted windows and some tens
I'll tell you time again
I'm fine enough to even fuck your mans
Looky here Slim
Less go to South Beach let me speak
'Fo you fuck me you gone treat?
And put some Santinees' on my feet
Take me to the beach
Now crawl up in my wall real deep... OWW
[Chorus: Tweet]
[Missy Elliott]
NEW TRINA!!!!
[Verse 2: Trina]
Bitch you ain't gotta like me
Oh you his wifey? I think ya man like me
He had me in the car with his hands on my bra
Breathin in my face sayin (TRI-NA!!) OWW!!
I aint tryin to disrespect
Im just tryin to keep me in check
See I aint done yet
Shit - I'm the type of bitch
Break up happy homes like Trick
Slow mo
easy Joe
ya so and so
I'm a super woman ask Mo (u know)
The way I ride wood,
Super good
too good
And if your man won't you're daddy would,
Bitch understood Slip N Slide - Miss Trina
Did sold out the arena
I'm a dead ringer
Three fingers
dick fingah
All up in my gut
nigga what?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Trina]
Hey nigga whats the word?
Watch my hips dont you like these curves?
I want a crib in the deep suburbs
Two dogs and a mockingbird
Versace spread on my waterbed
Now give me some head!!! (OOOH!!)
Give me some head!!! (OOOH!!!)
Miss Trina like to skits on red
and I'm the first to say it
I'm the baddest bitch OW!
[Chorus]
[Missy Elliott]
NEW TRINA!!!!
[Trina]
I'm the baddest bitch OW!
(feat. Eve)
[Hook:]
Ay Yo! Miss Trina rock tha party.
Ay Yo! E-V-E rock tha party.
Ay Yo! Get on up, shake yo body.
Ain't no quittin when the ladies get to spittin'.
Ay Yo! Miss Trina rock tha party.
Ay Yo! E-V-E rock tha party.
Ay Yo! Get on up, shake yo body.
Ain't no stoppin when the ladies get to rockin'.
[Verse 1: Trina]
I'm still tha baddest drapped in the best fabrics.
Leathers and the CZ's and the S classes.
Ghetto angel. wrist glists like the rainbow.
Yellow, reds and blues. Watch the ice dangle.
Colorful things, full beams, no illusion.
VVS clean gleam, no inclusions.
Glamorous with the gangst twist.
Gucci on the hip Betaluche on the wrist.
And we off glass,we glistining, u listining.
I got that new shyt like William holla.
U thinking I'm a dyme, but I'ma silver dollar.
Ice 'round my collar, the Diamond Princess that's right.
It's a lotta big money in my sixes. Marble walls from Mikka floors.
Shoes by Jimmy Chose and Micheal Clours.
Fuck Thelma and Louise, it's Trina and Eve.
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Eve]
Ay Yo. I'm not a regular bytch, I don't do regular shyt dog.
U see me on T.V., u know that I spit. Know these niggaz I'm wit.
Game ain't change me that much. Discovered incline.
Discovered that it tightened my butt.
But really, other that that, hate these frivolous chats.
DO I cook or clean.
Daddy I hire for that. Need a house wife?
That ain't Eve, my business come first.
I think you'll understand after this one verse.
Always been a bytch about mine and fuck wit winners.
Me and Trin top of tha line. Nigga listen.
Keep these chicks prayin we stop. It neva happens.
Sittin' back wishing that they neva started rappin.
Too late, hurtin' 'em hard. What chu wan do?
Stop what? Fuck out tha way, watch how we come through.
I'm living too good. Fuck u suckas.
At the club, at the bar, sippin blue mothafuckas.
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Trina]
You see can't too many hoes come after me.
I hafta be in the Jacob or the Master Piece.
It take cash to speak. I neva had to lease.
Between me and the girls, we need at least half the flee.
My man's money gotta be longer than his dick.
But look, long as u want. Who stronger than this clique?
From 1 minute, 2 minutes, some minute.
The G 5, me and E so come wit it.
[Hook]
(feat. Jazze Pha)
[Jazze Pha]
Triiiiiinahhhhh!
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen!
Uh, this is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle
Oh boy!
[Chorus One: Jazze Pha]
Okay (it's your birthday) alright (it's your birthday)
(Girl you're on fire wanna hit on the first day)
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Okay (it's your birthday) alright now (it's your birthday)
(Girl you're on fire wanna hit in the worst way)
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
[Chorus Two: Jazze Pha]
{Ring, ding, dong - ding-a-ding-ding-ding-dong}
Ohh! You can ride if you want to
Get it girl, you can ride if you want to, yeah
{Ring, ding, dong - ding-a-ding-ding-ding-dong}
Ohh! You can ride if you want to
Get it girl, you can ride if you want to, yeah
[Trina]
Now can I ride you like a soldier, and do you like your woman's 'sposed ya?
Cause it's my party tonight, I'm tryin to cum befo' it's ovah (shit)
I'm on fire, feel it burnin in my bones
Right in 20 {?} deep and Cali playin my song
It's my birthday, it's my birthday
Why did I come in this club with no panties on in the first place?
But in the worst case scenario
I'm in the middle of the danceflo', holla if you hear me though
Party's on, nigga bring bread
Look what you drivin baby to, you got some mean head
Call me supreme red, but when I fade it call me X-rated
Hump in my back, lift my rump, and then I perculate it
[Chorus One]
[Trina]
Ay listen, game recognizes game in the club
Ladies point him out if you see a lame in the club
Gimme, 50 Crist's and a hundred Moe's
Forget a table bring it to me on the danceflo'
I'm in this motherfucker drinkin 'bout to lose my mind
Me and Oprah made a sandwich out of Ginuwine
Yo, everybody in they birthday suits
We gon' ball 'til we fall and you can ride if you want to
Ain't tryin to hear 'bout what you don't do
So put your pimp cups and shake this booty to the ground
Keep me moanin makin funny sounds
Dirty dancin in the club, it's my birthday, so what?
[Chorus One + Chorus Two]
[Chorus Two - vocals only w/o Jazze Pha's lines]
[Chorus One - 3/4ths]
If U w/ me girlfriend then wave your hands
Slap a nigga wit a hundred just to show your grand
Get them niggas for all U can
I'm gettin' paid just to fuck a man
[Verse 1]
Im a bad ass bitch nigga
that's why yo' doe gone
and all yo' weed in the ozone
Im doing this one for my hoe thugs
who on mo drugs
other niggas yellin' out so what, huh
Cause you could never be my only one
cause I want too much shit, want too much done
recognize who I be when you see me in the club
like a pooch in a coupe with the roof dropped down
where my real bitches at?
right here
where them niggas riches at?
right here
We treatin' niggas like rental cars doggin' em out
with no doe theres nothing we can talk about
Chorus (Repeat 2x)
[Verse 2]
I can tell by your eyes, love is what you feel
U wanna talk nigga, then lets discuss my bills
as you can see im an expensive bitch
who has good taste and love expensive shit
U wanna conversate well nigga I charge a fee
each additional minute, nigga I charge a fee
Where my money at, You short well nigga I gots to go
only ballers are tall enough to reach my goal
I know you love me but I love your huns
cause U could never be my only one
Don't trust me, broke nigga don't rush me
cause gettin' paid is a must be
and hell no you can't fuck me
Chorus (repeat 2x)
[Verse 3]
2 karats in the ear
4 karats in the ring
hoes get sick when they see the bling bling
stay fuckin' wit' a thug
that would pop the 4, cop some broad?
then cruize and just drop u off
want me to lock the door
im not whore
fuck nigga get your mind right or im out the door
gotta go, goota go
6 double o
im a big trouble hoe
who likes to smuggle doe
from my head to my toe
fly shit fo' sho'
want my wrist to glow
and my tips to flow
don't puff blunts
i like my B's up front
you can smoke though blow weed on my kunt
cause im a bad bitch
first round drifted
shaped like a coka- cola classic
get my ass licked
take a nigga for his cash quick
even take plastic, uh
Chorus
[Trina]
yeah I know yall niggas wish y'all can say fuck them hoes
but not on this one
im doing this one for my bitches
all bitches of all bitches
and fuck them flaw bitches
okay, play wit' it
Ms Trina
new Millennium
year 2000
slip -n- slide
hahaha
SOUTHERN SMOKE!
Moe miney meenie inny
I got a bottle, I got a cup
I got ice, so what's up
Walk in the club when suicide close
Feelin like money cause I collect dough
Moe miney meenie inny
Wheres that patrone and hinney
I been sippin on cabonney that shits so strong
Like paris hilton, gotta carry me home
So full, so far gone
Forgot where I parked, n lost my iPhone
Still lookin good and pretty bad bitch in every city
Rocks, diamonds, I got plenty
Ice for the cup, now pour the hinney
Escorted in the club, I brought the whole team
Ain't no guest, buts it's a rockstar theme
Everybody lookin of course it's the queen
They admirin the crown, and the 10 carat ring
I'm known for pimpin these rappers
Exspecially to get a nice walk on my actin
When they actually think that I'm feelin em
That's wen I take they money, then I'm killin em
I got a bottle, I got a cup
I got ice, so what's up
Walk in the club when suicide close
Feelin like money cause I collect dough
Moe miney meenie inny
Wheres that patrone and hinney
Watch me get ghost in the phantom
Somethin like a pimp like david banner
PIMP
I crooked letta crooked letta I crooked letta
Crooked letta I humpback humpback
I, am so off the chain
Spyin bottles ain a thing
Plus I'm gonna make it rain
So much money think shes insane
You a 7 digit nigga if u holla at a brah
With a 7 digit figga u should come in by da bah
I'm talkin bout bottles, cabolley
I'm wet and hott like lava
I'm switchin 4 lanes in range
Hangin at da coupe talkin money ain a thing
Comin all out my shirt on champain
Damn lil miss trina off da chain
I got a bottle, I got a cup
I got ice, so what's up
Walk in the club when suicide close
Feelin like money cause I collect dough
Moe miney meenie inny
Wheres that patrone and hinney
I don't swerve I spin
Grab a pearl grand ten
I'm so stinky stinky rich,
My damn dogg drive a benz
Tied up blue diamond shoes
Shinin suits, liverachi boo
Stuntin on you, like boo who you
I'm a icon ya bitch I though u knew
I only drop bombs, hatas b like uh-uh
Girl who she think she is
I'm is wut u want is
Girl I don't want yo man but I'll yo man
Yo man and his friend they both my fans
U don't understand miss deameanor ain playin
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
And can't none of these hoes out floss me
Gator boots by Sergio Rossi
Ms. Trina I got to splurge, figure 8 frame baby watch the curves
Walk in the club don't waste no time
Hit the bar up two cases of wine
Cute face thin waste line
Drop to the beat pop to the base line
To all my girls that's kickin it
You got Chris in yo glass and you sippin it
You bout money and you gettin it
We tight that's right. Uh
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) Yall can't deny
(Hey) This how we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)
I like my ladies off the glass like shotin off the back board
Sexiest mommies beautiful as black broads
Cutest rude girl, thick as Caucasian
Pretty as Cape Verdean, slick as Malatians
Ask them let them bitches say yes sir
Young and live among riches in West Jerve
Switch in the excurve
Strut through this bitch in the best furs
Bitch in a Lex Jerse
Twin gray crosses (bling) I'm the might cone
Brightly chrome vendaidoes
Cover your girl face
From the Bruce Lee Roy glow
On a mother a pearl face
All I do is say one word
Yall say it's foolish
I send splurge
I'm a lose 1/3
I never go broke my name got to o's
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Nice lips, nice thighs, nice hips
Pussy tighter then a pair of vice grips
I don't pay niggas, niggas pay me
(I'm a hustler baby) like Jay-Z
It's the diamond princess million dollar mistress
From the M-I home of the stop bitches
Christal, and caviar bitches, twist this game for all you fly bitches
I Spit nuttin but the hot shit, you got the four dot get the four dot six
Maybe than you can ride with a hot bitch
VS from the anklet to the wrist
I been in the game just two years
End a few careers there it is
But now I'm back on top again
(Bathgate)
Bathgate, Trina
Come on, yo, yo
(Bathgate)
Do you see yourself with a rider like me
Coppin you nice things
Prada and ice blings
Do you want me
Or a rider that's gon' hold you down, ma
Bustin 'em down, ma
If you want me
(Trina)
I'll be the first to admit, I'm spoiled rotten
You need twenty G's just to take me shoe shoppin'
I only fuck with real niggas and heavy hitters
That'll fly me to Nassau just for conch fritters
If you want me, you gotta show me
Fly me to the Staples Center to see Jordan play Kobe
G.G. Hunter, Tiffany necklace
Fly me to Paris, just for breakfast
Cavolet Lexus to diamond kisses
His and her Fredrick's on our wristses
If you want me, you gotta treat me special
Every watch that you cop for me, freeze the Bezzle
Every whip that you cop for me, make it a drop
You need a wife in your life and I'm takin the spot
So if you want me, just let me know
And we can keep it on the low for sho', uh
(Bathgate)
Do you see yourself with a rider like me
Coppin you nice things
Prada and ice blings
Do you want me
Or a rider that's gon' hold you down, ma
Bustin 'em down, ma
If you want me
(Trina)
Look, I'll have you in all types of whips's
Fives and sixes
If you want me
I'll be that bitch
That'll hold the steel for you
Gild and kill for you
Do you want me?
(Bathgate)
Yo, lil mama I got you anything
You can call on Bath
You and your man fight
I'm there with the four-four mag
I'll be your crutch when you need it
For slips or falls
And I got paper to take you on trips to malls
Get you Prada till you fall
Till you tired of rockin it
Tiffani ain't cold till you tired of coppin it
Cold compressor, ma, I know you tired of droppin it
Here's the keys to the truck, cause they tired of watchin it
I know this world got all types of fools
Every whip with a stash box, for the fortunate have-nots
I know you said you can get me the six
With the deep dish buckets, but you know me, fuck it
I'd rather have you in my arms to hold on
Slanted out Benz, just getting our roll on
Look, me and you from Harlem to the South, so
Let's Slip 'N Slide, ma and take it to the house, come on
(hook)
(Bathgate)
Do you see yourself with a rider like me
Coppin you nice things
Prada and ice blings
Do you want me
Or a rider that's gon' hold you down, ma
Bustin 'em down, ma
If you want me
(Trina)
Look, I'll have you in all types of whips's
Fives and sixes
If you want me
I'll be that bitch
That'll hold the steel for you
Gild and kill for you
Do you want me?
(Trina)
If you want me, you gotta wine and dine me
And cop me the biggest diamond you can find me
Some Liberace shit that'll blind me, real shiny
Ten karats or better, nigga you tying me up
Cop me the ice blue Chacarda
Park the Bentley or larger in my front yard and
Shoppin sprees, coppin Frankie B's
Baby please, I stays wit major cheese
Give me the extra set of Mercedes keys
Plus the Asti Martin for 80 G's
If you want me
It take a lot of cream, a lot of bling
Boy, I'm 'bout a lot of things, uh
(Hook 2x)
(Bathgate)
Do you see yourself with a rider like me
Coppin you nice things
Prada and ice blings
Do you want me
Or a rider that's gon' hold you down, ma
Bustin 'em down, ma
If you want me
(Trina)
Look, I'll have you in all types of whips's
Fives and sixes
If you want me
I'll be that bitch
That'll hold the steel for you
Gild and kill for you
Do you want me?
Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money
Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money
It's only for all of us to get this money
Ain't no need for player haters acting funny
Come on, all my ladies, let's get this money
Come on, all my fellas, let's get this money
Trina finna show you how to get this money, right
You gotta have a J-O-B to be with me
Best believe I'm going diamond on my next LP
I stacked my game up, sexed my frame up
Bitches using my style, I'm set to change up
Unh, new year, new gray Jag
After the first album, you should hear Shay brag
I been around the world playing 2-way tag
While these wannabe Trinas out here claim bad
But guess what, I'm still the baddest
Jewels still flooded with 24 karats
OK, you know I live lavish
Chanel glass slippers in a Cinderella palace
Unh, unh, See me on South Beach rolling the five
When I come through hoes rolling they eyes
I'm the- baddest bitch, so I'm used to that
Draped in the hot shit off the Gucci rack
I like Tiffany ice, that expensive stuff
The diamond princess draped in princess cuts
Don't be mad hoe, cause I'm that bad hoe
Pushing that pink Lamborghini Diablo
I play niggas like dummies for the fast money
You wanna holla, it's gon' cost you cash money
Slip and slide, then we stacking chips
The redbone, wonder woman with the platinum wrist
Breakdown
Miami hot, 'Candy' flopped
I'm the new bad girl and I can't be stopped
Unh, sipping Bailey's, flossing daily
On TRL with Carson Daly
Dressed to chill, icy, extra chill
Touch of class, bad with the sex appeal
Flawless baby, female ballers baby
Stay diggin' in them millionaires wallets baby
Tored up, Christian Dior'd up
Cases of that Cris, gettin poured up
Got it sewed up, like stitches
Reppin' for my bad bitches, stackin' riches
I shine, baby cause the game is mine
I'm on top of the charts, no room to climb
And when I say I'm the baddest, I'm mean it
Ladies and gentlemen!
I was 18, and she was 25
And I was kinda fast for my age
It was the, first time, drinkin cheap wine
And then she took her place on the stage
The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it)
The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me
Ladies and gentlemen!
C'mon, I make my body drop, then I pussy pop
I got it nice and hot, that's what I'm talkin 'bout
I'm in that red zone, I got that head gone
You should see me in that thong th-th-thong thong
I make this ass bounce, and these titties right
And make my thighs tremble, cause that's what niggaz like
I got this thing alright, you better ask somebody
And if he ask about me, he better pack his wallet
See I'm a guy pleaser, slash don diva
Slip-N-Slide off the side yeah that's Trina
Take it to the bar, give me Grey Goose
Let me get it started, it's time to tear it loose
Catch a wall, back it up, oh excuse me!
You bitches better make a way for this booty
See I'm a cutie, yours truly
Get out the way of this motherfuckin cooly
The DJ cued the record and the record went BOOM
Make a circle, give the lady some room
Shorty make her body rock, followed with the pussy pop
And everybody give her they money
The club, went, crazy (cooly's a bad mamma jamma)
The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me
Ladies and gentlemen!
A bad bitch in the club and she's so astoundin
I'm the star in this bitch cause they show around me
I'm the bitch who been crowned as Miss Miami
Every nigga in the club wanna get in my panties
But, if he payin it I'm layin him
And if the nigga still standin I consider him the man then
He wanna cram it and jam it
Put the pickle in the middle muh'fucker not the fanny
That access has not been granted
It's the way that I strut, make a nigga wanna fuck and
It's the lust make a nigga wanna touch
And I'm not just a ho or a slut, I'm a plus so
Where you ducks at? Where yo' bucks at?
If he ain't up in that, get the fuck back
See I done struck back just like lightning
Every nigga in this bitch wanna pipe me
The man say last, go and get your alcohol
Then we dancin way in the back
Now everybody got to know, me and her 'bout to go
take it to the Cadillac
The club, went, crazy (congratulations, you got her)
The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me
Ladies and gentlemen!
Now he, breakin it off, and takin it off
And he, makin me wet, I'm makin it hard
And I'm, drivin his 'llac and swipin his card
And I'm, signin his checks while givin him sex, and
It's the body that they dyin to get
It's amazin how these niggaz be cryin for this
And, it's so crazy that they lyin for this
But, but you gotta get in line you dick
Now, that's the shit make these niggaz wanna holla
Look like a model, shaped like a Coke bottle
Break his bank down to his last gold dollar
I make the flo' wobble damn near a whole hour
Pussy real good, when it's from the hood
But you gotta pay, and it's understood
If I'ma give it up, you gon' give it out
Cause I love makin niggaz go down South
Aiyyo Mannie, fucks wit'chu? You crazy for this one
You is a bad mamma jamma
The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it!)
The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me
i want my ass smacked
legs wide
front back
side to side
pussy wet
slip n slide
yep everythin gon be alright
ass smaked
legs wide
front back
side to side
pussy wet
slip n slide
yep everythin gon be alright
wait bitch, imma blow my kisses,
get pist and throw my dishes,
yall niggas know jus who this is,
woo woo, and the head so vicious.
with me, this shit gon cost,
you short? then thas yo lost,
you know this ass is soft,
make a nigga goto breakin off.
tell me that you love me baby,
get high and fuck me crazy,
get a towel and wipe me off,
you want a bitch wit no type of flaws.
my gurls be shoppin hard,
these hoes be buyin cars,
in the club buyin bars,
nipples hard in designer bras
from the niggas who gettin chese,
throw back in the crispy g's,
moet? Criss on freeze,
laugh at the tab, cause this on me.
me and luda in the cut supreme,
doin things jus to touch the creme,
so many names wana fuck the queen,
i live a life like its jus a dream.
get it right beother, jump,
gimme the beat then imma make it bump,
tell em wutcha wana hear, damn, lets get cam,
trouble witcha man, imma pop my trunk.
you aint seen no chicks like mine,
you aint seen no flicks like mine,
bet i make you cum next to the subwoofers and my 6x9's.
tell me that you like it raw,
tell me that my dick is MUAH!!!
i might make you famous, and buy you watches by Maurice Lacroix
tell me if its new or old,
tell me if its hot or cold,
let me know if its black & bold,
say ludacris 6 million sold.
see i aint got no time for games,
and i aint got no times for lames,
how you lovin my southern slang,
ooo eee walla walla bing bang.
so anytime you need me call,
winter, summer, spring, or fall
it doesnt matter come one come all,
either get dropped or drop them draws.
diamond, princess,
just mind, your buisness,
these rumors, are senseless,
your whispers, are endless.
we livin ghetto fab,
we spendin hella cash,
this girl is hella bad,
your choice is trailer trash.
too much, taste for whores,
you seen me grace the source
your watched me work, the vibe
bitches, i works for mine.
one time, for these divas,
two times, for these visas,
third time i come im breezin,
the ice...just keeps on freezin.
hold up imma keep it goin,
back to back imma keep on blowin
platinum plaques, keepin it up,
wet sex, keepin it good.
look girl, you dont know my angle,
a hundred thou with a platinum bengal,
my niggas'll slow your roll,
pussy power, we in control.
yea, thas right....im back again...round two mother fuckers. thas rite im
talkin greece. im a arrogant lil mother fucker huh? thas rite im rich, im
that bitch, thas rite. im about show yall how to pimp this shit. im fuckin
niggas in the face, the game is mine 2003, fuck that. fuck all yall haters,
fuck all yall bitches, get a life. you got too much time on your hands. i
want yall bitches to get a job, up your game. pimp your game up baby, its
all about me this time, fuck that. fuck a dime, im a silva dolla, holla.
Hi, this is Trina and you've dialed the right number
But deffinty at the wrong time
So if you want me you must convince me
(Well I'll be damed, listen to that little bitch)
At the beep leave a message
Maybe I'll call you, maybe I won't choa
Convince you
Bitch before you got with those slip 'n' slide niggas you was all over me
Now you, con, maybe you
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen
I was 18 and she was 25
And i was kinda fast for my age
It was the (uh) first time
Drankin cheap wine
And then she took her place on the stage
The club went crazy (girl you doin it!)
The way she shake dat ass
Sho amazed me( ladies and gentlemen!)
[Verse 1: Trina]
I make my body drop
Then my pussy pop
I gotta make some hot
Thats what im talkin bout
Im in that red zone
I got they head gone
You should see me in that thong th-th-thong thong
I make this ass bounce
And these titties fight
I make my thighs tremble
Cuz thats what niggaz like
I got these niggaz right
You betta ask somebody
And if he ask about me
He betta pack his wallet
See ima guy pleaser slash don diva
Slip N Slide off these thighs yeah fine Trina
Take it to the bottom
Gimme grey goose
Lemme get it started
Its time to tear it loose
Catch a wall, back it up, ooh excuse me
You bitches betta make a way fuh this booty
See ima cutie
Yours truly
Get out the way of this muthafuckin dooly
[Chorus 2: Mannie Fresh]
The DJ cued the record
And the record went BOOM
Make a circle
Give the lady some room
Jolly make her body rock
Followed wit da pussy pop
And everybody gave her they money
The club went crazy (you is a bad mama jama)
The way she shake dat ass
Sho amazed me (ladies and gentlemen!)
[Verse 2: Trina]
A bad bitch in the club
And she so astounded
Im the star of this bitch
Cuz the show around me
Im the bitch who been crowned me Miss Miami
Every nigga in the club wanna get in my panties
But if you payin it
Im layin em
And if the nigga still standin
I consider the man
And he wanna cram it and jam it
Put the pickle in the middle muthafucka not the fanny
That access has not been granted
Its the way that i struck
Make a nigga wanna fuck
And its the lust
Make a nigga wanna touch
And im not just a ho or a slut, ima plus so
Where you ducks at?
Where yo bucks at?
If he aint up in dat, get da fuck back
See i done struck back just like lightening
Every nigga in this bitch wanna pipe me
[Chorus 3: Mannie Fresh]
The man said "LAST CALL GON GETCHA ALCOHOL"
And we dancin way in the back
Now erybody got to know
Me and her bout to go take it to the cadillac
The club went crazy (congratulations! you got her!)
The way she shake that ass
Sho amazed me (ladies and gentlemen!)
[Verse 3: Trina]
Now he breakin it off
Takin it off
And he makin it wet
Im makin it hard
And im drivin his 'lac
And swipin his card
And im signin his checks
Fuh givin him sex
And its the body that they dyin to get
Its amazin how these niggaz be cryin fuh this
And its so crazy that they lyin fuh dis
But, but you gotta get in line, you dick
Now thats the shit make these niggaz wanna holla
Look like a model
Shaped like a coke bottle
Break his bank down to his last low dolla
Im make floor wobble damn near a whole hour
Pussy real good
When its from the hood
But you gotta pay
And its undastood
If ima give it up
You gon give it out
Cuz i love makin niggaz go down south
[Trina talkin (Mannie)]
Ayo Mannie
I fucks witchu
You crazy fuh dis one
(You is a bad mama jama)
[Mannie Fresh]
The club went crazy (girl you doin it!)
The way she shake that ass
Shole amazed me
Uh-uh-uh-uhhh, uh-uh-uh-uhhh
Sex is what I'm talkin 'bout, sex is what I'm talkin 'bout
Ahhh..
I'm not gon-na hold on no
I ain't talkin 'bout a 70/30 (no way, no way)
Or a 60/40 (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Talkin 'bout a (50/50 when the room is empty)
(And the clothes come off, I'm doin you and you doin me)
First thangs first, Miss Trina, ducks all the lames in the game
I'm quick to put a nigga to shame
Fo' sayin my name, cause umm that'll get you nowhere
but West Bubblefuck, with a kick in yo' nuts
So if you wanna hit the guts, then you gotta play yo' cards right
Go against the odds, cut me like I'm hard white
I train bitches like Tyko
To get the dick then the money out these niggaz goin psycho
That's if you like a man, he kinda tight though (shit)
I don't give a damn, I'm tryin to get you right though (what)
Got vibes retired like David Rob
Heartthrob forever, cute and thicker than ever
Sheeeit, you know you need a chick like me
Own cars, own house, own shit like me
Uhh, see me and only me
I'm the real Queen of this shit, truly yours, "Baddest Bitch"
I'm not gon-na hold on no
Uhh, you know I'm still in my prime
So, give me some lovin I could feel in my spine
And do it to me like you said you would
Talk dirty but don't hurt me, do my body good
Show me love and give me hugs, let me cop a squeeze
Burn a few trees and let you get on top of me;
strength on that D - freaky deaky in the bedroom
I'm a lady by day by night I need my legroom
Wanna let my hurr down - get a glass of Chardonnay
I don't mean to drink it fast but homey pardon me
Calm your nerves I got you shakin hyperventilatin
Lack of preperation and waitin for the penetration
Concentratin with every moment when we have relations
Sensations give me temptations, so gimme more ain't no limitation
We lovemakin in the late night
Ain't goin home 'til the daylight - so fuck me right nigga
[Chorus]
Are you waiting
Waiting for something that's wrong (oooh)
Are you waiting
(Waiting) you know sometimes a girl must move alongggg.
(yeah)
Are you waiting
(waiting)
Waiting for something that's wrong (hey).
[verse #1 - Trina]
uh- as i vibe with the music i just think bout the times.
I came in after a date and at times,
climbed in the same bed which my man was lying.
He questioned me am i defying i was lieing.
He was a real good man he worked and all.
I wanted a hustler so i could hurt the mall.
I could've made love but i wanted to be fucked, he had alot to offer it just wasn't enough.
I like the candy coded Lax, the niggas smoking sacks,
the football games fortune and fame, and more
importantly i wanted me a name.
The jewels the crusiers too sell.
No more projects the foolish can dwell, the offiest weed
from pre-me's on pork & beans and weenie, i'm still ghetto, a porche
a gleam when you see me, on t.v. but i'm all woman (uhh) (oooh).
[chorus]
Are you waiting (waiting) waiting for something that's wrong.
It's wrong ,it's wrong (yeah).
Are you waiting (waiting) you know sometimes a girl must move alongggg (oooh).
[verse # 2 - Trina]
uh- y'all know i'm from miami right
but do y'all really know what miami like
miami life the fast pace, the consant cash chase, the clothes, cars OOH GOD!!
Niggas sell coke to get rich,
bitches sell pussy to get rich.
Get down or don't get shit.
No options, no college, no loans no cash no knowledge.
I'm sexxy ass hell you know i'm gon' profit.
And trust me!! my skills are well polished, i chat niggas down,
pat niggas down, and set 'em up right if he that big of a clown.
I had to, well i didn't have too, but what about me
shidd i had to have too.
I wanted a rolley a millionaire to hold me, locker access for
Kobe you know me!! (oooh)
[chorus]
Are you waiting (waiting) waiting for something that's wrong.
It's wrong, it's wrong (yeah).
Are you waiting (waiting) you know sometimes a girl must move alongggg.
(heyyy)
[verse # 3 - Trina]
uh- I'm the same woman mercedes or the civic.
Fuck the credits i just give it how i get.
I'm the spokesperson, for every sister who soul seacrhing,
still scrolling these clubs with no purpose.
Stay in the malls and want purchase.
Straight boosting, bad checks or they lease in
they mouth, robbers put a peice in there mouth.
For what yo man keep in there house, they pull
gats for stacks as tall as shaq', you chickens don't know me well.
I'm not i'mpressed with yo finddie purses and pony tails.
Always surfaced with yo phony tails.
When you need to be in school all day on a chase.
Or going to work supporting you and yo place.
Or with an athelete with a cool one in the safe.
Why suck dick to keep food on a plate
i steak and bake potatos, take the pay lo's.
(ooooh) uh-uh
[chorus]
Are you waiting (waiting) waiting for something that's wrong,
it's wrong, it's wrong (yeah)
Are you waiting (waiting) you know sometimes a girl must move alonggg
(heya-heya-heyaaa)
Are you waiting (waiting) waiting for sometthing that's wrong.
It's wrong, it's wrong
(yeah).
Are you waiting (waiting) waiting for something that's wrong.
Ooh it's wrong, it's
[echoing-wrong]
[Toni]
let me put my left foot in the game now
put my right foot in the game now
let me show y'all what I'm workin wit
time to slide to the dance floor
[Verse 1]
hair do nails done thats us
new car paper tags thats us
new gear hot shit thats us
keep niggas like thats us
where my get money honeys at right here
where my iced out bitches at right here
where my gold gettin bitches at right here
where my silver spoon women at right here
you the shit girl let that nigga know
the rent due girl let that nigga know
enjoyin yourself let that nigga know
the sex good girl let that nigga know
hold up y'all its my turn now
hold up y'all its our turn now
its our turn now its our turn now
[Chorus]
Toni told y'all ass to get down now
Toni told y'all ass to get down now
Toni told y'all ass to get down now
Toni told y'all ass to get down now
[Verse 2]
blow up show up
you a hatin ass bitch so what
im the baddest bitch sure nuff
they know my clique so tough
you wanna do what hold up
switch up flows
drop tops 6 fo's
keep up with me I'm on the west coast
I get love from the bloods & crypts they love the hips
hottest shit in the south they love the hip
me trick brick duece mobb c-o get loose
slip & slide here forever stop askin
I step out & camera's start flashin
[Chorus]
Toni told y'all ass to get down now
Toni told y'all ass to get down now
Toni told y'all ass to get down now
Toni told y'all ass to get down now
[Rick Ross]
let me put the cris in the game now
let me put the crypt in the game now
let me pop the x in the game
let me show y'all what I'm workin wit
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
y'all niggas wanna fuck wit ross
point a mile who really wanna touch the boss
I ride around all the time no tints on the benz
cell phone flipped out lookin sick on the rims now
name a nigga who could fuck wit me
name a nigga who could flow wit me
east to west coast I'm the best wit toast
attack ta blow I'm aimin at your neck & throat
now naked hoes givin neck for dope
ba gets and roes and the lex and glow
im a killa y'all niggas I'm the best you know
rick ross god damn I'm the next to blow now
smoke pounds bricks broke down its your times
spit 4 rounds go get your hoe now
[Chorus]
Toni told y'all ass to get down now
Toni told y'all ass to get down now
Toni told y'all ass to get down now
Toni told y'all ass to get down now
get involve with a nigga
slob on a nigga
take all his dough then I dodge the nigga
cause I'm a nasty bitch, I leave a nigga dead broke
snatch up bread and cop a brand new coach
I'm the jazzy type
and I only let you eat it if you ask me right (my coochie mad tight)
well more juice than a grape when you peel the skin
but yo it ain't no fun if your tongue ain't in(whoa now)
this is where the madness stop
so nigga fuck me with your tongue until you lick my hop
I got a body like a coke botle watch me walk
so nigga work your mouth and don't talk (O.K.)
raw like yay must say I don't sweat no tired ass nigga i sign my own check
I'm the diamond princess, dutches of all broads
pussy stay tighter and wetter than all yours
chorus:
you nasty bitch, you nasty (uh-huh)
you nasty bitch, you nasty (uh-huh)
you nasty bitch, you nasty (what, trina you so nasty)
you nasty bitch, you nasty (uh-huh)
you nasty bitch, you nasty (uh-huh)
you nasty bitch, you nasty (trina how you so dirty?)
Verse 2:
fat back with a real slim waste (what's wrong)
can't talk with a pussy in your face then (uhuhuhuh)
keep me sprung with the tongue like (uhuhuhuh)
make me cum 'til I'm numb
oh yes, rub my chest, make me wet
doggy style and do it just like a bet
and lick the sweat it taste just so sweet
when I pop my cock and make you drop to the beat like (duh nuh nuh)
nasty bitch, make a nigga sell his dick just to buy me shit
and just to keep me looking raw in all the finest shit
and if you with me girlfriend shake your hind to this (O.K.)
cause I'm raw like yay must say I don't sweat no tired ass nigga i sign my own check
I'm the diamond princess, dutches of all broads
pussy stay tighter and wetter than all yours
Chorus
duh nuh nuh (3x)
back this ass up (8x)
come on (3x)
broke ass niggas can't roll with me
and even rich ass niggas can't get a hold of me
never back up fuck game long and strong
pussy so good break up happy homes (O.K.)
cause I'm raw like yay must say I don't sweat no tired ass nigga i sign my own check
I'm the diamond priness, dutches of all broads
pussy stay tighter and wetter than all yours
chorus
Trick Daddy-
What time ya'll?? Ball off tha chain
CHORUS- 2x
You off tha chain wit it,
you do your thang wit it
tha way you talk, tha way you walkin
girl you slang wit it
You on tha road lil' momma
Outta control lil' momma
never know dis b'4, but damn you swole lil momma
VERSE 1: Trina
Like I said before, you don't nann hoe
who off tha chain like me, you understand hoe?
I got tha niggas at me, I got tha bitches at me
At the shows dyke hoes blowin kisses at me
Slow your roll hoe, Lil' Momma strictly dick
I'm the bitch that got you lame hoes poppin shit
I'm off tha glass, got these niggas trickin 20 G's
Lil' Momma gettin' plenty g's and I got 'em hollerin
CHORUS 2x
VERSE 2: Trina
Ain't no secret baby
you know lil' momma shinin'
BB studded, diamond's got these big ballers whinin'
You know lil' momma play
Nigga let them g's loose
Or rob that bank playboy
peel them g's loose
you know lil' momma baddest bitch on tha south coast
i got these buck niggas trickin' of their house note
cuz i'm off tha glass wit it
I'm gettin' cash with it
Pretty face, slim waist, phat ass wit it
CHORUS- 2x
VERSE 3: Trick Daddy
You off tha chain wit it, ha, off tha chain wit it,
off tha chain wit it
See i can tell by your smile,
Girl you got your freak game on,
got on these strap up heels, and your P thangs on
You got your hair all done
somebody ta watch your son
you off tha chain wit it
you slang your than you makin change wit it
for a lil cash
for a lil ass
for a lil' this
for a lil that
letme make this
letme take this
letme get that
I'm down wit it
I'll be up supportin' your cause
flirtin' all week long
i'll be rememberin' your walls
CHORUS-1x
Trina-
Yeah I'm off tha chain wit it
I do my thang with it
Last year ya'll remember how i came wit it
uh, now i'm makin' hits again
Trinna&Trick; again
Got you hatin' hoes sick again
And them niggas hollerin'
CHORUS- til end
[Trina]
See I don't need Nann Nigga
Jockin' me, slowing me down
Or stoppin' me
Climbing all on top of me
If he ain't gonna fuck me properly
It's got to be, possibly
A dick that ain't too soft for me
Nigga get your ass up off of me
Besides your dick to small for me
I gots to be fucked right, sucked right
In the butt right like a slut like
In the bright lights, every day all night
Now talk to me, why you fuck me violently?
Calling me names that apply to me
Cumming all inside of me
Don't lie to me, now tell the truth
Is this pussy good to you?
Grip for you, good and tight
But full of juice
Why wouldn't you?
Why shouldn't you?
Scream while I am riding you
Over you making this pussy stroke for you
Like your bitch supposed to do
Close to you and I'm feeling most of you
Deep for me, we can meet
Fuck me till I fall asleep
Not unless there three nuts for me
Or get your ass up off of me
Ol' tired ass nigga besides
You ain't even all that any way
FUCK YOU!
[1 - Trick Daddy]
Bitch I don't need you
No way, no how, not then, not now
Uh-uh, bitch
[Repeat 1 (3x)]
[Trick Daddy]
Oh you done blowed
Bitched you done showed out
And I got no beef
If this was my house bitch
You would've been thrown out
And y'all bitches better hold up
Simmer down and get the fours up
Mouth all tored up
All this is swolled up
Y'all bitches better show some love
Or your licking these nuts saying that freaky stuff
And you ain't gotta have the best head
But bitch it better be close enough
See I don't need ya, I don't see ya
And I really won't wanna be ya
If head is nappy and you boppin' me
Young bitch then that's illegal
You always braggin' and beggin'
Talkin' 'bout what the last nigga gave ya
See everybody ain't able
But y'all bitches so ungrateful
You need to ask questions about dushy
Cause I hate the smell of stank pussy
And you're under arms a little musky
I was gonna spare ya but you had to push me
[Repeat 1 (4x)]
Who's bad? Who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's bad?
(Wait hold up)
Who's bad?
I'm representin' for the bitches
All eyes on your riches
No time for the little dicks
You see the bigger the dick
The bigger the bank, the bigger the Benz
The better the chance to get close to his rich friends
I'm going after the big man
G-string make his dick stand
Make it quick then slow head by the night stand
Like lightning I wanna nigga with a wedding ring
Bank accounts in the Philippines
Blank note to take everything
See I fuck him in the living room
While his children home
I make him eat it while my period on
A little nasty ho, red-bone but a classy ho
Young jazzy ho and don't be scared
If you're curious just ask me hoes
And yes dick sucking comes quite natural
I'm da baddest bitch what
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(Shit I'm the baddest bitch)
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
See I hate hoes who take their niggas on talk shows and for hoes
(Y'all sold fool)
See if I'm ever crossed or ever caught up in the cross
And if it's your fault ho, I'm going off ho
See I'm unemployed with no boss ho
While y'all sucking dick for free I'm broke off ho
See it pays to be the boss ho
Shit that's how you floss hoes
X-rated elevated, buck naked
And I'd probably fuck your daddy
if your mammie wasn't playa hatin'
Cause I'm da baddest bitch
I'm da baddest bitch what
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(Shit I'm the baddest bitch)
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(Shit I'm the baddest bitch)
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
I got game for young hoes
Don't grow to be a dumb hoe, that's a no-no
See if you off the chains
Stay ahead of the game, save up buy a condo
Sell the pussy by the grands
And in months you own a Benz
Another week a set of rims
See if I had the chance to be a virgin again
I'd be fucking by the time I'm ten
See off glass is my motto
Dick suckin in the auto
Quick fuckin 'bout to follow
On the back of the truck
Or when I'm dead ass drunk
But I don't get high though
I never took it up the ass
Often tried but I pass
And from what I heard it ain't bad
I'm a curious bitch who took off to get broke off
From the baby's dad
Cause I'm da baddest bitch
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(Shit I'm the baddest bitch)
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(Shit I'm the baddest bitch)
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(Shit I'm the baddest bitch)
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(That's right I'm the baddest bitch)
Yup Yup
Slip-n-Slide Remix
The Big Boss
Mayback music
Who's that making that funky noise?
It's Weezy baby and Trine B
And it's the remix baby
I know what I did
And how I act
And if I see you with a man I'm a get my gat
{woop woop}
I'm just playin'
It won't be that
I got enough legal wounds
And I don't need that
And I gave you a ring that I don't need back
Because I know one day you gon be back
Not today
But one day
And my friends say I need my Beyonce
Back, like my name was Sean
I mean you stand tall
But me I lean
What's wrong?
Everything
Wayne what's right?
Wayne and Trine B
Like a string bean
Girl I'm healthy
Girl I'm lyin
Girl just help me
Help my fly
But what flight are you on?
You might not be talking ‘bout me in this song
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again
Hold up wait a got damn minute
It aint benz then the boss ain't in it
Yeah it's dark tinted
I had to red rim in
She got the same ones
Just add the red ribbon
Sexy, like she wanna breath again, leave again
I ain't ever need a friend
Yeah I'm in the thangs
Throw away money
And I'm in the range with Floyd May money
Lord Pray for me
I'm single again
Now look who I'm mingling with
Left my baby momma
Cuz she didn't get shit
You might see her ridin' in the street
Single again
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again
You damn right I cheated
I couldn't get it from you when I need it
Cuz dealin' with you it ain't easy
Think I'm a let you talk to me greasy
I ain't one of them little lames sweetie
So you single again?
Well we even
I know you miss how I beat it
You'll be back cuz he don't eat it
Got six
Run you lips 'bout that
Say Trina still the baddest
April 1st I'm back
No April Fools Joke
Finna make the world lean, hah
Hold up she back on the scene
Weez and Trine B
Plies and Rick Ross
Like Hilary Clinton
I'm the boss
Dude came back
Cuz he know where it's at
Super bubblegum brain
Tell me how you like that
I'm hotter than fish grease
Hotter than a heater
Every magazine cover you gon see Trina
Black Men magazine
King, I'm Smooth
Sister to Sister
Crip, What it do?
Thought the grass was green on the other side
Millionaires over here
We say fuck the other side
While you was out shonin
I dont know why
I stayed so alone
You couldn't say bye
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again
Diamond Princess
Yeah
I'm still the baddest
ha ha ha
I'm single again
I'm single again
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
I'm single again, back on the prowl
I thought it was perfect, I don't know how
Lil momma you off glass
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I know you like the way I shake that, drop that
Cock back, make the pussy pop back
Fuck a nigga in a Benz with the top back
If you lyin on your dick, nigga stop that
You wanna fuck me for free, nigga freeze that
Show me where them D's at, lil momma needs that
I need a nigga who gonna lick on the clit
Who gonna pay all my bills
Who gonna trick on the rent
Well damn lil momma, can you swallow my dick?
Can you keep that pussy poppin like a bottle of Cris?
Hell yeah cause you know lil momma about it for sure
Cause off glass is my motto, my motto
If you got plenty cash, in your Chanel bag, baby you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
If you a high priced bitch with that ice round your wrist, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when your back in the club and pop that pussy for them thugs,
Lil' mama You off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when you gettin plenty bread and got that fire, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
Lil momma got in goin on like the candy and chrome
Off glass in cut with no panties on
I don't know lil momma, it's just somethin about ya
That make a nigga wanna fuck the dog shit out ya
Do your thing lil momma go in twerk it bitch
When Deuce Poppito see what you workin with
In that see-thru shit with your nipples hard
That shit gotta nigga dick triple hard
Yeah I know playboy
It's just somethin about me
It take a real nigga to bring the freak up out me
Turn out the lights and slip up out me
Ain't nann size dick you could keep out me
Well damn lil momma, can you swallow my dick?
Can you keep that pussy poppin like a bottle of Cris?
Hell yeah cause you know lil momma about it for sure
Cause off glass is my motto, my motto
If you got plenty cash, in your Chanel bag, baby you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
If you a high priced bitch with that ice round your wrist, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when your back in the club and pop that pussy for them thugs,
Lil' mama You off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when you gettin plenty bread and got that fire, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
I know you like the way I bounce that, strip that, flip back
Make the pussy drip back
Niggas cryin like they broke, I ain't with that
You better break a bitch off like a kit-kat
I know you like the way lil momma mack work, your stack worth it
I'mma fuck you till your back hurt
I'm gettin grands hoe, you don't know nann hoe
That'll stay fitted down to the sandals
I know you like the way I throw that, slang that
In MI, that's where I got my game at
I'm Da Baddest Bitch, can't nothin' change that?
Every nigga that I fucked, they done came back
Well damn lil momma, can you swallow my dick?
Can you keep that pussy poppin like a bottle of Cris?
Hell yeah cause you know lil momma about it for sure
Cause off glass is my motto, my motto
If you got plenty cash, in your Chanel bag, baby you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
If you a high priced bitch with that ice round your wrist, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when your back in the club and pop that pussy for them thugs,
Lil' mama You off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when you gettin plenty bread and got that fire, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
If you got plenty cash, in your Chanel bag, baby you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
If you a high priced bitch with that ice round your wrist, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when your back in the club and pop that pussy for them thugs,
Lil' mama You off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when you gettin plenty bread and got that fire, you off glass
Ohh miani
Loyalty
Its the codes of the streets
The words we live by & die by
U noe the way we survive this life out here
Its no other way
The only way
Is to be loyal till the end
Loyalty
The code of the street
The word i live by & diie by aint nuthin sweet
Rap star goes hollywood from the street
& the only word that i noe is loyalty
See i noe the difference separate the bullshit from the buissness
Feel me? listen.
Iam past driven
Nuthin was qiven
I cant remember of dayz i had livin
Trust nobody keep ur enemies closee
Were ur friends when u need them? when u need them the most?
Most times that u need them most of them are qhost
Even doe dey unloyal still qive them a toast
Trust nobody keep ur enemies close
Who noe ur dark secrets wat u doin the most?
U noe that hot shit ?? bout 2 promote lik rappers talkinq bout quns & dnt even tote
Chorus: X2
L.O.Y.A.L.T.Y
Loyalty
Loyal till the day i die
Thats the code of the streets
Thats the way i ride & ima ride lik that
Some friends qot the best of me
Shitted on me on the way
But i wonder waz it all for dey destani?
Now theres a diffrence see? U aint qotta rob em it dont take nuthin
U can use ur own enerqy
See i depend on me
Bless the child with its own
Grab my own qlass say bless & u hold it into me
See aint no killen me
I noe u feelin me
I blast the speakers with the truth
Hear the chemistry
Trust nobody keep ur enemies closee
Were ur friends when u need them? when u need them da most?
Most times that u need them most of them are qhost
Even doe dey unloyal still qive dem a toast
Trust nobody keep ur enemies close
Who noe ur dark secrets? what u doin the most?
U noe that hot shit ?? bout 2 promote lik rappers talkinq bout quns & dnt even tote
Chorus: X2
L.O.Y.A.L.T.Y
Loyalty
Loyal till the day i die
Thats the code of the streets
Thats the way i ride & ima ride lik that
He say, She say, Tell somebody
Can u keep a secret? dont tell nobody
Its ur loyalty, pill, will u swich for money?
When ur shit hit the fame will u think its funny?
Trust nobody keep ur enemies closee
Were ur friends when u need them
When u need them the most?
Most times that u need them most of them are qhost
Even doe dey unloyal still qive them a toast
Trust nobody keep ur enemies close
Who noe ur dark secrets what u doin the most?
U noe that hot shit ?? bout 2 promote lik rappers talkinq bout quns & dnt even tote
Chorus: X2
L.O.Y.A.L.T.Y
Loyalty
Loyal till the day i die
Thats the code of the streets
Featuring: Kalenna
(Let them hoes die)
Stop stressin' on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You're excused, you're no competition
(Let them hoes die)
Stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
(Let them hoes fight)
Hold up bitch, I could stomp your face in
I was lookin' hella good
When I stepped off in the club
She was jockin' on my Gucci
'Cause her boyfriend want my cookie
She just keep on lookin' back
I keep throwin' her the bird
I'm about to walk away
I don't care what you heard
Watch me, watch me swing my weave
I'm gon', I'm gon' fix my lip gloss
I'm gon' stunt on them hoes
With my hands up on my hip bones singin'
Jealous bitches, jealous bitches
Don't hate me, don't hate me
(Let them hoes die)
Stop stressin' on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You're excused, you're no competition
(Let them hoes die)
Stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
(Let them hoes fight)
Hold up bitch, I could stomp your face in
(Let them hoes die)
Stop stressin' on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You're excused, you're no competition
(Let them hoes die)
Stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
(Let them hoes fight)
Hold up bitch, I could stomp your face in
He keep giving me the look
Like he wanna make me holla
I feel like I'm in the club
'Cause he throwin' me them dollas
He keeps sendin' me these drinks
'Cause you lookin' like his grandma
I got, got, got it
Pathetic if you're knowin' this is drama
Watch me, watch me swing my weave
I'm gon', I'm gon' fix my lip gloss
I'm gon' stunt on them hoes
With my hands up on my hip bones singin'
Jealous bitches, jealous bitches
Don't hate me, don't hate me
(Let them hoes die)
Stop stressin' on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You're excused, you're no competition
(Let them hoes die)
Stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
(Let them hoes fight)
Hold up bitch, I could stomp your face in
Let them hoes fight
Let them hoes fight
Let them hoes fight
(Let them hoes die)
Stop stressin' on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You're excused, you're no competition
(Let them hoes die)
Stop comin' at me, guns are a blazin'
(Let them hoes fight)
Hold up bitch, I could stomp your face in
Let them hoes fight
Let them hoes fight
Let them hoes fight
Ah ah ah yep yep yep
The baddest bitch is back,
I'm back part 2, part 2
I'm reloaded and I'm killin you hoes
[Chorus: 2x]
You see dat outfit bitch
I'm killin you hoes
Cute face and ass swoll
I'm killin you hoes
I got the best pussy out
I'm killin you hoes
And ain't non you can do about
I'm killin you hoes
I don't care what a bitch think or how a hoe feel
Cause ain't nann one of you hoes payin my bills
And ain't nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib
And ain't nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip
I know I must make a lot of ya'll hoes sick
And all I can tell you hoes, get used to it bitch!
Cause Ms. Trina the baddest as it fuckin get
And I don't sweat niggas and I don't fight over dick
So while you fuckin for free, I'm tryna get rich
And don't you cross that line cause I get hot quick
And if you do it's gonna be me & u up in this bitch
And I'm gonna show you why they call me the baddest bitch
[Chorus 2x]
You see dat outfit bitch (bitch)
And you know what it costs
Look at how my ass poke out when I walk
Cause your nigga wanna fuck me it ain't my fault
And my pussy sit up real nice in ma shorts
Hate or love it, cause you broke hoes gonna talk
And I can go in any club and shut that bitch down
And I can come to your city and make it my town
So when you see me hoe you better smile and don't frown
Cause I got a couple of my dawgs that ready to clamp
And you'd be best off sittin your tired ass down
And all you jealous ass hoes better move round
And ask these hoes in Dade how it gets down
[Chorus 2x]
The topic of discussion, I can fuck whoever I want
Look at me bitch I got everything you hoes want
I can fuck a nigga in the Bentley or a nigga in the dump
You get your money in pieces I get mines in a lump
You only ballin on weekends,
I'm ballin the whole month
I'm just a hood bitch,
Rich suburbia cash,
A little fly ass chick who got alota class
I wanna spend your money nigga and put mine in a stash
You got me fucked up cause Trina gonna have the last laugh
Get your hustling hoe, look like your doin bad
You lost alota weight shit, you fallin off fast
I feel sorry for ya' might let you borrow some ass
you know keep it wet, call me aquatina
wanna do the wild thing, f-ck it call me trina
ass so fat, it's popping out my jeansy
watch me bust it open like a bag of f-cking
you know keep it wet, call me aquatina
wanna do the wild thing, f-ck it call me trina
ass so fat, it's popping out my jeansy
watch me bust it open like a bag of f-cking
who dat, dat bitch, prime time, top pick
lime life, all mine,
i ain't giving no room so fetch bitch yeah
and that's the memo, get it, you already know my emo
get a little head in the back of the limo
then jump on the track like a sumo
i'm start smacking bitches, jennifer
i'ma bring hell to bitches, lucifer
these hoes can't f-ck with my swag
i'm a bad ass bitch with a big ass bag
got long ass hair with a thick fat ass
she was hot for a minute, now yesterday's trash
you know keep it wet, call me aquatina
wanna do the wild thing, f-ck it call me trina
ass so fat, it's popping out my jeansy
watch me bust it open like a bag of f-cking
you know keep it wet, call me aquatina
wanna do the wild thing, f-ck it call me trina
ass so fat, it's popping out my jeansy
watch me bust it open like a bag of f-cking
i'm back in bindess, my nap's over
tell them jealous ass cunts, move over
you can move in the back of this
i can queen check mate the bitch
lights out i'm faded bitch
come for me, don't do it bitch
say it loud, epidemy, i run these streets bitch look at me
look at me, look at me, look at me
hotter than greasethese boots were made for walking
and i don't think bitch i'm finished
i'll let you know when i'm donethis pussy's so good and wet
what you say? i can't hear you, speak up motehrf-cker
you know keep it wet, call me aquatina
wanna do the wild thing, f-ck it call me trina
ass so fat, it's popping out my jeansy
watch me bust it open like a bag of f-cking
you know keep it wet, call me aquatina
wanna do the wild thing, f-ck it call me trina
ass so fat, it's popping out my jeansy
watch me bust it open like a bag of f-cking
i'm back in bindess, pussy wet
i'm back in bindess, this pussy's soaking wet
i'm back in bindess, i open shot
i'm back in biness, this bitch is smoking hot
you know keep it wet, call me aquatina
wanna do the wild thing, f-ck it call me trina
ass so fat, it's popping out my jeansy
watch me bust it open like a bag of f-cking
you know keep it wet, call me aquatina
wanna do the wild thing, f-ck it call me trina
ass so fat, it's popping out my jeansy
(Yeah)
Ladies, (Yeah)
Have you eva had a thang for somebody
And it was just so deep
And you wanted to tell him so bad
But you just couldn't find the words?
Listen...
I gotta thang for you baby you know
Don't wanna take it slow
I wanna get to know ya
Don't wanna play no games, listen to what Im sayin
I gotta thang for you
(For you)
I gotta thang for you baby you know
Don't wanna take it slow
I wanna get to know ya
Don't wanna play no games, listen to what Im sayin
I gotta thang for you,
Baby you know
I gotta thang for you and it hurts me
Cause Im holdin back im so thirsty
When I open wide, you betta work inside
But promise that you wont hurt me wit
(Here we go, here we go again)
Cause I aint got time for lies
This time aint lookin (for a friend)
I need a man thats gon wine & dine me
Everytime you look you find me
Bellhoppin he buyin me
And plus he all mine see
He Brad Pitt, im Jolie
When we together we always sing
(K-I-S-S-I-N-G)
I gotta thang for you so how you feel bout me?
Ahh...
I gotta thang for you baby you know
Don't wanna take it slow
I wanna get to know ya
Don't wanna play no games, listen to what Im sayin
I gotta thang for you
I gotta thang for you baby you know
Don't wanna take it slow
I wanna get to know ya
Don't wanna play no games, listen to what Im sayin
I gotta thang for you,
Baby you know
Damn you got me wide open
And I know you sayin that im jokin
Cause tha boys in tha past, they just couldn't last
But for some reason I think u been chosen
(Heaven sent, don't wanna walk away)
Just hold me tightly up in you arms
And tell me (everyday)
That you aint neva gon leave me heartbroke
Promise to give a good long stroke
Boy this forreal and this aint no joke
Thought I was dreamin but I kno im woke
What you done did that got me so gone
Feels so right that this cant be wrong
Hangin up and right back callin yo phone
Cause I go crazy when I hear ya voice tone...
Ahh...
And you know...
I cant wait to see your face again
(Again boy)
And you know...
Im hopin we can work this thing out
Everytime that Im alone
Im thinkin bout us and where we could be
Thats how I kno I gotta a thang
For you baby, yeah you know
I gotta thang for you baby you know
Don't wanna take it slow
I wanna get to know ya (Wanna get to kno you)
Don't wanna play no games, listen to what Im sayin (boy listen to what Im sayin)
I gotta thang for you (Hey)
I gotta thang for you baby you know
Don't wanna take it slow (yeah)
I wanna get to know ya
Don't wanna play no games, listen to what Im sayin
I gotta thang for you,
Baby you know
(The way you love me)
The way you love me, the way you love me
The way you touch me, the way you touch me
The way you love me, the way you love me
Yeah, that's that real shit, feel me (feel me)
Lay back Maybach, ugh
Up in this pussy feel better than the lottery
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Six figures from the nigga cause he got to be
Don't lie to me; I'm what you try to be
I'm a big girl not a little girl
I had a real man
Moving real girl
We was real close
He had real money
All he ever asked "never steal from me"
That was real shit
I'm a real bitch
He told me stay real and I'm a make you real rich
Back to reality
Is this real?
Big house on the hill far from Lincoln Field. (ohh)
I'm so hood, yet I wouldn't stay
Couldn't name a price that the nigga wouldn't pay
Snap my fingers he'll be over here today
If I asks, he'll rub my feet for days
Cause up in this pussy feel better than the lottery
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Six figures from the nigga cause he got to be
Don't lie to me; I'm what you try to be
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest of them all?
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest of them all?
There was a rubble tubble 5 minutes it lasted
You the bitch in the flyest fashions
Pull up to the crib, park on the grass
The boy so trill, spark up the grass
She's so real with all kind a ass
And 6 inch heels with LV bags
The g's in the G's
So G's on the g's
She's so high class
I need nor steeze
Cover girl centerfold (fold) got me spendin doe (doe)
I ain't trippin tho
Cause ya boy dealin dope (dope)
Before I heard, I didn't kiss to much (naw)
But right now
I need a bitch to crush (come here)
Crib so plush (plush)
Bitch don't blush (blush)
20 stacks outta town
Just yo luck (boss)
Cause up in that pussy feel better than the lottery
Don't lie to me yeah you a hot commodity
Six figures I give ya just to ride with me (ride)
Why fly coach? Babygirl ride with me
Cause up in this pussy feel better than the lottery
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Six figures from a nigga cause he got to be
Don't lie to me; I'm what you try to be
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest of them all?
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest of them all?
There was a rubble tubble 5 minutes it lasted
You the bitch in the flyest fashions
Smell the fragrances, it's unforgettable
Had a hoes haten daten back to middle school
Apple Bottom jeans, boots with tha fur
Might cause a blur so is it really her? (is it her)
Leave ya man like mmmmm....
I'm done when I cum
Cause up in this pussy feels better than the lottery
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Dada county, up to Tallahassee
Atlanta these nigga be getting at me
Philly, D.C., NY to Chi Town
Quick stop in New Orleans and damn near drowned (ugh)
But a bitch so fly
I don't need no front
I live in tha sky
Deal with big money
Can you deal with a dime?
I'm lookin in ya eyes, betta not tell a lie
Cause up in this pussy feel better than the lottery
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Six figures from a nigga cause he got to be
Don't lie to me; I'm what you try to be
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest of them all?
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the baddest of them all?
There was a rubble tubble 5 minutes it lasted
Long nails, pack a weave
Dutches and a bag a weed
That’s all a bitch like you need
(You from the f**kin ghetto)
That REGGIE MILLER that you push
Don’t be burnin like that ‘kush’
You gon need that REGGIE BUSH
(F**kin with the ghetto)
MOSCATO fillin up my cup
Run out, We don’t give a f**k
NUVO get me so f**ked up
(Comin from the ghetto)
So watch it when in the south
And watch what you say, watch yo mouth
And watch yo step cuz slippers count
(When you in the ghetto)
Wife beater, nigga TIMBs
Slide out, with some bigger rims
Flip a key, and hit the flea
And go and get some bigger jeans The hood is in the building maan
I get you n ur feelins maan
Its some shit outside yo house
With rims the size of ceiling fans
Im the pride of king kong
Steppin through the congo
And I can make it clap clap
Beat it like a bongo
Cat got ur tongue
You tell that pussy let ur tongue go
Wouldn’t did this sh*t right here so gutta
But the song sooo
T-Pain (chorus)
Ghettooooo, Country
Hooooooood, Rachet
Put ya hands up
If you f**kin with that s**t
Ghettooo
You knooooo
Opposite of bougie
Twelve inch yaki
Big brown booties
Ghettooo
Wave to her
Hellooo
Saay
Im ghettooo
Ride with the medal(oooo)
Tell them that
It is what it is
And make it do what it do
And I love where I live
And my people love it too
Cause we Ghettooo
You in the BENZ in da projects
Lights in yo mama name
You hustle, lock ur celly
And that’s the thrid time ur numba change
Transport airbrushed
Outside, speakers on
Valentino pussy huggers
High heeled sneakers on
My feet done, nails too
All on the front porch
You cookin in some VICKI’s
A** hangin out ur boy shorts
Camouflage stiletto
And diamonds on her METRO
Tatted silhouettes,
(Cause that is jus so f**king ghetto)
Dope game, Bond man
Bond money, bondmans
That’s how you spend funds maan
(When you in the ghetto)
If you make ur money easy
And ur swag is off the hezzy
And ur favorite rapper JEEZY
(You are motherf**kin ghetto)
Hundred dollar jeans on
Price tag, braggin
But the world kiss ur ass
So you wear them f**kers saggin
CD of the newest choice
And Nikes be the shoe of choice
Candy paint, twenty fours
Boosters, hoes, and liquor stores
(Ghetto, so f**kin ghetto)
Chorus T-Pain
Tomboys, hot boys
Hammer laying in your lap
Got bitches laying in your bed
And robbers laying in your trap
Dubs on the four wheeler
TV’s in the headrest
And hundred dollar bets
To see which trick can give the head best
Section eight, WIC checks
Eviction notice getting served
Child support, hood homes
Advance on the f**kin third
Bootleg DVD's
Rico had another kid
Income tax checks
You claimin other people's kids
Mohawk, gold teeth, tattoos, dreadlocks
You serving out the room window
Now you call it bedrock
Lace front, long lashes
Looking for a trap star
Now every nigga in the ghetto
He thinkin he a rap star
Fully automatic stick
Out a town a dummy brick
Now watch him role and watch him stick
(When when you in the ghetto)
Pills, dro, kid, blow
And people you don’t wanna know
Weed bags, corner stores
(So muthaf**in ghetto)
[Intro:]
One of the best looking mother fuckers you have ever seen
Hold my, hold my drink bitch [x4]
I'm one of the baddest mother fuckers of all time
One of the best looking mother fuckers you have ever seen
Hold my, hold my drink bitch [x4]
[Verse 1:]
When I was dancin in tha club, what no bitches fuckin with me
Now I rock the mike, I'm tha baddest in every city
These ho's ain't shiftin gears, livin how I live, doin numbers like tha goddest I could cook with tha meals
Say fuck this record deal, I'm a graduating scholar, got these corporate business men, on my line wanna holla
Pay me by tha hour, dey wanna fuck nothin, they just want me on their arm, you know how nigga's go to stuntin
Real trophy bitch from Miami got chips, make a nigga dick hard n all I do is lick my lips
Not to mention these lips and my round juicy ass, if beauty was a test alot of ho's wouldn't pass
They dog'd out trash, I'm steppin on the gas, got tha peddle to tha meddle, finna take a full blast
It's such a fuckin tragic, still tha baddest is a classic, got this shit map'd out, you can address me hot acid.
[Chorus:]
I'm one of the baddest mother fuckers of all time
(Sit down)
One of the best looking mother fuckers you have ever seen
(Shut up)
Hold my, hold my drink bitch [x4]
(Now watch me) [x2]
I'm one of the baddest mother fuckers of all time
(Sit down)
One of the best looking mother fuckers you have ever seen
(Shut up)
Hold my hold my drink bitch [x4]
(Now watch me) [x2]
[Verse 2:]
I've been a motherfuckin problem since tha baddest bitch
U know nann, I hadnt a brake since
Show's around the globe, I'm the only black Madonna, over night celebrity that experience every genre
Check my track record different shows every week, mother fucka airport, bitch I'm landing in the streets
Mirror jet lands on I-95, transfer to the phantom and wave to my fans high
Snap a couple pictures for them haters cause they watchin, testin any nelly, what tha baddest bitch is rockin
Oh it watn't nuttin, I just spent twenty grand on this Alexander Mcqueen bag that I'm carryin
Got some bitches stay sharin, I da learn to stop caring, cause they'll never ever see a bad bitch like me again
Before there was many, now I only see one, and that bad bitch is me and after me they'll be none. (none)
[Chorus:]
I'm one of the baddest mother fuckers of all time
(Sit down)
One of the best looking mother fuckers you have ever seen
(Shut up)
Hold my hold my drink bitch [x4]
(Now watch me) [x2]
I'm one of the baddest mother fuckers of all time
(Sit down)
One of the best looking mother fuckers you have ever seen
(Shut up)
Hold my hold my drink bitch [x4]
(Now watch me) [x2]
[Verse 3:]
I'm a ma fuckin legend, no matter how you see it, it's been written long time ago, here bitch read it
Get to past tha proof like Master P with no limit, truth beyond your noise, most of ya'll just gimmicks
Artificial flavors can't start your own trans, (bitch) is where is started and where it's all gone end
Standin firm and battle, I won't brake em, won't win, I've been crossed too many times, my attitude fuck a friend
I'm runnin on tha clouds, what tha fuck I'm lookin down for, this ain't multiple choice I am tha fuckin answer
Take it how you wanna, I ain't worried about your bitch, let me brake it down old school, too legit to quit (haha)
I'm the shit, my flow so stay, got money in tha bank, if she want it we could pay (bitch)
Hold this drink, you look better on tha sideline, coming after me, game over cause it's all mine
[Chorus:]
I'm one of the baddest mother fuckers of all time
(Sit down)
One of the best looking mother fuckers you have ever seen
(Shut up)
Hold my hold my drink bitch [x4]
(Now watch me) [x2]
I'm one of the baddest mother fuckers of all time
(Sit down)
One of the best looking mother fuckers you have ever seen
(Shut up)
Hold my hold my drink bitch [x4]
(Now watch me) [x2]
Yup it's tha baddest bitch of all times (hahaha)
[Intro:]
I feel like I'm by myself (Just play [2x])
I feel like I'm by myself
I'm here I'm so alone
[Chorus:]
Everytime I turn around, I see your face boy
I wish I was by myself (myself)
Said I wish I was by myself
I don't need you no, no more...
Everytime I turn around, I see your face boy
I wish I was by myself (myself)
Said I wish I was by myself
No pain, no more, no more...
All my tears & all my cryin'
Nothin' is change cause you still lyin'
What you're sellin' I'm not buyin'
Don't you stop me, I'm ready to go...
I don't need your circumstances
I'll just leave it, take my chances
Tired of playin' in fake romances
Don't you stop me, I'm ready to go...
[Refrain:]
You said that you'll be, forever truly
How you lied so clearly
You can start over,
but you wont be near me
[Chorus:]
Everytime I turn around, I see your face boy
I wish I was by myself (myself)
Said I wish I was by myself
I don't need you no, no more...
Everytime I turn around, I see your face boy
I wish I was by myself (myself)
Said I wish I was by myself
No pain, no more, no more...
[Bridge: (Rap)]
Now put yourself in my position
I'm a late-night trickin'
While you home cookin'
I went my dog's right n' lookin'
Oh we in the strip club
Throwin' up dozens
When you ask me for some cash
I'm lookin' at you funny
I aint got no money
Baby I'm broken
I can do you how I wanna
Cause I pay your card though
Remember I've given you the check
I'm the nigga
I got friends so whateva'
I understand that your betta
[Refrain:]
You said that you'll be, forever truly
How you lied so clearly
You can start over,
but you wont be near me
[Chorus:]
Everytime I turn around, I see your face boy
I wish I was by myself (myself)
Said I wish I was by myself
I don't need you no, no more...
Everytime I turn around, I see your face boy
I wish I was by myself (myself)
Said I wish I was by myself
No pain, no more, no more...
[Refrain:]
You said that you'll be, forever truly
How you lied so clearly
You can start over,
but you wont be near me
You said that you'll be, forever truly
How you lied so clearly
You can start over,
but you wont be near me
[Chorus:]
Everytime I turn around, I see your face boy
I wish I was by myself (myself)
Said I wish I was by myself
I don't need you no, no more...
Everytime I turn around, I see your face boy
I wish I was by myself (myself)
Said I wish I was by myself
Who is Trina? Im sure thats not the only question you want
answered. Do you really wanna know what hard work is? Ask me
and i'll tell you. From nothing to something. If there is a will there
is a way. Traveling city to city, state to state. Non stop shows,
interviews all over the globe. I am Miami. Magazine covers, gossips
number 1 topic. the life of the rich and famous. fans who can
relate, from the begining to now. trashy mouth to sophicated
ladies. Not just a rapper, the business woman still standing. When
i've seen others come and go, I rise. Grateful for my struggles and
the road that I took. It only made me stronger, it prepared me for
this. For the here and now. Focused and eager to learn. Fast to
teach, this is not a game. this is my life. fairy tales dont exist over
here. im a realist. and strong is just another statement to describe
me. Now i ask you the same question again. Who is Trina? (laughs)
she is amazing. Im amazing. so amazing.
im amazing. x4.
First round pick, yup, the lucky lotto numbers 777. The haters
could never take me under promise if i fall, wont be down to long.
ya pycis is wrong. tell that chick i sang this song. i own the thrown
any other chick she follow. im her role model. i dont use a bottle, i
breast feed the game like theres tommorrow. i can tell you about
pain.......bitches aint shit, niggas aint either. niggas want ya chick.
betta watch the way you treat her. you shouldn't have to beat her.
lose her the way you meet her. when a womans fed up better
watch the way you treat her.
Im way past a diva, im outta ya league, im something ya need,
front page something to read, i said (x2)
This is the life and i want to welcome you to amazing, amazing,
Unusual suspect (unusual suspect)
But I know these niggas (but I know these niggas).
Jim Johnson, Big D (Jim Johnson & Big D).
Ah dis Trina & Plies Slip & Slide thang, I'm in here wit the Baddest Bitch.
Ah Trina take care these hoes, cuz I got these niggas.
My steering wheel wood, & my wheels croma.
Can't pay these niggas to leave me alone.
I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh.
I gotta pocket full of money and my teeth glitter.
Sum bout been a trille ass nigga.
I'm so fresh.
I'm so fresh.
Paint candy racin' sribs.
Crush dem bitches off the rip.
I don't think you really wanna mess with me, test me and eventually.
See me speedin', cops don't see em', fuck em' & feed em' wouldn't wanna be em'.
I ain't scared of ya'll,
I ain't no regular broad I'ain't scared at all.
Like bone crusher I'll crush your bones when I come through strong with my big big brone.
Ride spinners like 3-6 do. Let me do me nigga you do you.
Suck this clit till my shit turn blue.
Put a bitch to sleep wake me up when you threw.
I'ma get dress so fresh lookin' new and it's back to the chevy or the cab for you.
Chuck & Duece switchin' lanes.
Ridin' dat douk & sittin' on things.
You ain't never met a bitch like me and your bitch ain't never ride a dick like me.
Check the paint, watch the feet, inches 26's deep, candy drippin' on the street, bitch I'm ridin;
BIG.
Ain't too many niggas like me. I'm from a rare breed.
I walk it like I talk.
Was raise by a G.
You ain't suppose to like me dog, cuz I'm what you wanna be.
From top to bottom being trille that's something that's in me.
It's a helluva feelin to know that you 100% a real nigga.
I been out here gettin' money, since I was a lil nigga.
I'm loved by these hoes, respected by these killers,
it took years of thuggin' to get to this point nigga.
I don't know if you know how it feels to walk around with stacks.
I been broke, came up and I ain't going back.
Cuz money get you friends, choppers get you respect.
[Intro: Trina & Kelly Rowland Adlibs]
Look
I aint got nothin ta say to you
I cant even believe you
You know what
Im too fly for this shit
You playin yourself
[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
(I cant take this no more)
No No No
Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
I aint tryna hear it
(Not this time)
[Verse 1: Trina]
Look nigga
Whatchu think this is?
You treat me like a random chick
You done forgot who introduced you to rocks
And poppin all that cris an shit
Who letchu hit it from tha back
Anyway that chu like
And any debts i can pay tha price
I thought i was a chick you would make your wife
And now a bitch cant even stay tha night (You wack)
I cant even look in ya face
Witout wantin ta slap you
Damn i thank God i aint get that tatoo
You betta thank God i aint have tha strap boo
You aint even worth that trick get at chu
Matta fact
Trick get at dude
I'm convinced
Aint got shit ta ask you
And tell tha trifflin bitch
She can have you
I aint lookin atchu no more
Im lookin past you
[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
(I cant take this no more)
No No No
Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
I aint tryna hear it
(Not this time)
[Verse 2: Trina]
When ma girl came through wit tha news
All i did was think about me and you like damn (Damn)
What a chick gotta do to get wit a real nigga
That know how to stay true like man (Man)
No more quarter ta eights
You betta hop on a bus or a cab
I shed so many tears
Cant believe how many years
Tha baddest bitch put up witch yo dusty ass (Yeah)
Now you know that im tha queen of Miami (Uh huh)
All that loud talkin, lying
Save that shit for ya mamy (Ha..Ha)
Sounds like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (talk too much)
Im like uh huh, okay, wassup, shut up
[Chorus: Kelly Rowland]
Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
(I cant take this no more)
No more No more
Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin me
That she is just a friend
Then why she callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
I aint tryna hear it
(Not this time)
Now all my ladies say (Ohh Ohh)
If you feel me say (Ohh Ohh )
If you cant take no more say
No no no (no no no)
No no no (Ohh)
Here we go (Here we go)
Here we go again (Go again)
Now you tellin me (Yeah yeah)
That she is just a friend (Say shes just a friend)
And why shes callin you
At 3 o'clock in tha mornin
(I cant take this no more)
[Outro: Kelly Rowland]
Thats why im packin up my jewels
Grabbin up my furs
Ill be back for all my shoes and purses
Watch me bounce
In my seven fourty five
Ill be ridin out
Cause I aint tryna hear it
Not this time
[Trina:]
Ladies, I know yall sick and tired of these niggaz braggin, talking bout how big thier dick is,
Imma put it down like this...
[Chorus:]
Nelly got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Nelly got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeey
Jay-Z got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Jay-Z got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeeey
[Verse 1:]
I know you got that cash man
But you a one minute come to fast man
You fucked worse than my last man, but Ludacris he gon put it on my ass man uh
I called him up, he gee this ass the smack
When he hit it from the back
I catch a asthma attack
I like the way he take it slow and stroke it
He got me coming back to back
That boy focused
You used to be my boo but now you fired
'cause all you do is lick me til ur tongue get tired
I know you hoping you still got me hosing
But when I first seen nelly dick
I started choking
[Chorus:]
Baby got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Baby got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeey
Jarule got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Jarule got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeeey
[Verse 2:]
I need Baby cus he Hood Rich
Getting money slinging nothing but dat good dick
I heard chingy got a strong back and when he put it on me make me wanna come back
Pharrell can rock my boat and work the middle, twirk a little hit it make it hurt a little
It feel good when you all up in it man
And you know I can't stand no minute man
I need P-Diddy when it's time to ball
He can fuck me all night and make me climb the walls
And I got no time fa no lil' dicks
Now all my girls in the club I know you feel this 'cause..
[Chorus:]
Chingy got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Chingy got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeey
50 Cent got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But 50 Cent got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeeey
If you got a big dick
Nigga grab that (hey) grab that (hey) grab that
If you got a big dick
I gotta have that (hey) have that (hey) have that
I ain't scared of that shit Nigga throw that dick
I ain't scared of that shit Nigga throw that dick
Change position (hey)
Throw that dick
Change position (hey)
Throw that dick
[Chorus:]
Trick daddy got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Trick daddy got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeey
Snoop got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Snoop got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeeey
Busta Rhymes got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Busta Rhymes got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeeey
Fabolous got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Fabolous got a big ol dick
yo, this is some more of the bitch that has her comedy game on lock.
this is the mother fuckin roll call so listen up.
all the ladies, nubian queens,
black princesses, african godesses, choir girls, young girls, models,
skeezers, bitches, hoes, players, dikes, divas, house wives, gold diggers,
sex chasers, cum guzzlers, chicken heads, crack heads, baller bitches,
shake dancers, and boosters.
say what you want, we're all one in the same.
no matter what they call you, or you call yourself.
theres only 3 rules in this game:
keep your nappy-ass hair done, do your mother fucking sit-ups,
and whenever you lay on your back, make sure your paper is stacked.
and with all that said and done, diamond princess,
Ay Yo! Miss Trina rock tha party.
Ay Yo! E-V-E rock tha party.
Ay Yo! Get on up, shake yo body.
Ain't no quittin when the ladies get to spittin'.
Ay Yo! Miss Trina rock tha party.
Ay Yo! E-V-E rock tha party.
Ay Yo! Get on up, shake yo body.
Ain't no stoppin when the ladies get to rockin'.
I'm still tha baddest drapped in the best fabrics.
Leathers and the CZ's and the S classes.
Ghetto angel. wrist glists like the rainbow.
Yellow, reds and blues. Watch the ice dangle.
Colorful things, full beams, no illusion.
VVS clean gleam, no inclusions.
Glamorous with the gangst twist.
Gucci on the hip Betaluche on the wrist.
And we off glass,we glistining, u listining.
I got that new shyt like William holla.
U thinking I'm a dyme, but I'ma silver dollar.
Ice 'round my collar, the Diamond Princess that's right.
It's a lotta big money in my sixes. Marble walls from Mikka floors.
Shoes by Jimmy Chose and Micheal Clours.
Fuck Thelma and Louise, it's Trina and Eve.
Ay Yo. I'm not a regular bytch, I don't do regular shyt dog.
U see me on T.V., u know that I spit. Know these niggaz I'm wit.
Game ain't change me that much. Discovered incline.
Discovered that it tightened my butt.
But really, other that that, hate these frivolous chats.
DO I cook or clean.
Daddy I hire for that. Need a house wife?
That ain't Eve, my business come first.
I think you'll understand after this one verse.
Always been a bytch about mine and fuck wit winners.
Me and Trin top of tha line. Nigga listen.
Keep these chicks prayin we stop. It neva happens.
Sittin' back wishing that they neva started rappin.
Too late, hurtin' 'em hard. What chu wan do?
Stop what? Fuck out tha way, watch how we come through.
I'm living too good. Fuck u suckas.
At the club, at the bar, sippin blue mothafuckas.
You see can't too many hoes come after me.
I hafta be in the Jacob or the Master Piece.
It take cash to speak. I neva had to lease.
Between me and the girls, we need at least half the flee.
My man's money gotta be longer than his dick.
But look, long as u want. Who stronger than this clique?
From 1 minute, 2 minutes, some minute.
Uh, yeah
This goes out to all my girls
All around the world
You got a good man
Y'all feel me on this, uh yo, yo, yo
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
Yo I used to think I ain't need a man
Had one ain't see the man
I was so conceited then
But I'm older now
Doing my thing, what ya told me now
Brought closer to show me how
And I'm in love with a baller now
Treat him right cause that's all I got
The good dick had me falling out
And I love the freaky things he be saying
And the names he be calling out
Yeah and he knows how to treat me
Eats me when he freaks me
The real one and his cum tastes so sweet
Rough sex to a slow beat
As he holds me and pokes me
And the beat won't stop, the bass don't drop
Till I climb on top of his cock and close shop
Make his toes lock
While y'all hoes jock
See you got me callin'
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
Yeah that nigga don't bought me things
But that nigga done taught me things
How to maintain, respect the game
Save my change and even showed me some crazy things
And we exchanged our favorite things
I got inside his fantasies
Cause them things was the middle of me
Climaxin' on the canopy
Well this freak put his hand inside of me
Unsolved mystery
Thinkin' 'bout gets me all wet
And I'm pissed he ain't called yet
I guess good sex is what you call it
And I'll know he'll call back
So I'mma just go cook for the man
Shake up crooks and do the books for the man
Makin' the cheese you done took from the man
If the sex is good I'mma hook the man
Even if he's a veteran
If I go on my way without you
Oh how can I go?
If I go on my way without you
Oh where will I go?
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Eh yo drew, turn my mic up
Cause i want these motha fucka's to hear me
I see you rap bitches talkin' real slick in the magazines.
I'm the same bitch your man want and your best friend's a trina fan.
(hahahaha) Ya'll bitches funny to me. (ha)
you know what, i feel like playin'
I'm in the air, I dont hear bitches' corny raps
The badest bitch is back. The badest bitch is back.
What's Beef? Beef is when the bitch titties looking like they sleep.
Beef is when the clothes lookin' like dirty sheets
Beef is when I help you sell records just like i do. Now that's beef.
What's Beef? Beef is when these hoes say my name in the streets.
Beef is when they fame only last a few weeks.
Beef is when I help you sellin' records just like i do. Now that's beef.
My blades been sharp, My spades been played with.
This one, But nu uh this aint a game with this.
And ima put some hoes to shame so listen.
I dun seen alotta lame, but it's a shame that this (uh)
You see the problem is I used to like you, til' you start jumpin on the dick wit trick.
And doing all of my leftover shit. Now you's a scam. (was up) you get the left over hits.
So bitch get on the band wagon or get leftover bitch.
I cant believe the baddest beefin wit this drunk ass bitch
a slang titty havin' fake lauren hill ass bitch.
You moved to Georgia cause you thought you aint hit no shit.
Now you's mess hoe that's why they cut you outta your own video.
You dissin' for promo and dissin' me is a no no
I'm the queen of breeze bitches a dough hoe
But back to the promo (yo) Ima still try to help you out
and yah im talkin' bout Khia, dirty miss of the south.
Now what's beef? Beef is when the bitch titties looking like they sleep.
Beef is when the clothes lookin' like dirty sheeps (bahh)
Beef is when I help you sellin' records just like i do. Now that's beef.
What's Beef? Beef is when these hoes say my name in the streets.
Beef is when they fame only last a few weeks.
Beef is when I help you sellin' records just like i do. Now that's beef.
Yo neck and yo back. Bitch you know you was wrong,
'And Kang Wang' hoe, i aint even like that song
Oh was all of this just ova some dick?
I todl you when my debut, best friends, I do 5 or 6.
Enough of that, bitch i got some other shit to address
About some pussy ass niggas with ma name in they chest
Sayin: 'Trina fucked Biggie now she fuckin' Lil' Wayne'
You niggas snitchin' on your records fuckin' up a bitch name.
You wouldn't do that to a nigga, so why you do it me?
you soundin' like a hoe nigga, why you slanderin' T?
Cause you's a cash money reject, a night work soldier
He fuckin' with that boy and you gon end up in a coma.
And what about the waterboy he's a silly.
Last I heard you aint even from Philly.
So nigga keep the bench warm and keep the playas handle the shit
Cause you just dissin' for a deal but I'm just dissin' with the real.
What's Beef? Beef is when the dope make a nigga fall asleep
Beef is when you sound like a motha fuckin' sheep
Beef is when I help you sell records just like I do. Now that's beef.
What's beef? Beef is in the street nigga beefin' wit a chick.
Beef is when you brag on anotha nigga's dick.
Beef is when I help you sell records just like I do. Now that's beef nigga.
Fuck niggas. Ya'll niggas can't be serious. Ya'll niggas is real fuckin' funny to me. Get the fuck outta here.
Playa, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Take me place where I ain't gotta be sexy
Just so I can be considered a lady
Please tell me why the world is so shady, baby
I wanna go to a world where I ain't gotta be a freak ho
Just so I can be noticed by people
Please tell me if you know
Because I wanna go, wanna go, yeah, yeah
Why is it lately?
These jealous hoes gotta hate me
Niggas won't give me no space
They suffocate me
I try to be myself niggas won't let me
They'd rather sweat me
Ice, freeze, and briget me
But I ain't impressed with your hot car
Nigga I ain't got the lock jaws
I ain't fixin' to drop draw's
These niggas chase me like a cop-cop
In and out the Char' bottle
They wanna ball with a hot star
They offer me grands for one night stands
Fuck that one night plan
I'm looking for that one right man
To save the day, wrap me in his arms
Take me away, late plight till the break in the day
Come on
Take me to a place where all my girls on top
Take me to a place where all the Benzes drop top
Take me to a place where I ain't gotta trick for grands
Take me to a place where my friend won't fuck my man
Take me to a place where it's women with no hoes
Take me to a place where the thugs get early parole
Take me to a place where we ball, buying cases
Diamond faces, united with all races
Take me to a place where ain't no chalk traces or court cases
Or black faces on front pages
Take me to a place where the haters don't hate
Take me away, Lord knows I can't wait, come on
Every day I gotta let it go
And spend the money on the one way ticket
To a world where shit is better yo
I be the same but a better ho
And do a version of Nann with Kirk Franklin for the chedda yo
They'll show my video on VH1, diva week
Me, Whitney, then Aretha speak
I be on top of the world and still be a freak
Although I'm doing my thing
I see I gotta eat cause where I'm from
Life ain't sweet
Take me, take me baby
Where I wanna go baby
I don't wanna be a freak ho
No more, more
Take me, take me baby
Where I wanna go baby
I don't wanna be a freak ho
You hear the strings nigga
But on the flipside to this thong shit this is what bitched talk about
Whata nigga needs ta do with wutz in side tha thong
Ya heard me -uh-
This might sound so scandalous but itz tha truth -n- men can't handle it
See most of tha tyme a nigga dick aint shit
He needa go a step further -n- lick tha clit -uh-
Keep lickin 'till ya hit my spot
Nigga fuck all the juice in tha booze ya pop
You get slow skin jus cumin wit cock put you face up in my choke chop
Cuz i'm go geta nut nut nut
Head like wut wut wut
Hands all on my butt butt butt
Ya need to lick it again c'mon
Cuz i'm gon geta nut nut nut
Head like wut wut wut
All night long. Work tha tongue, work tha tongue
I like it when u niggaz go duh duh duh
Baby make my pussy go duh duh duh
I know ya wanna hit it slow duh duh duh
Gimmi that tongue tongue tongue
I like it when u niggaz go duh duh duh
Baby make my pussy go duh duh duh
I kno ya wanna hit it slow duh duh duh
Work that tongue tongue tongue
This might sound so scandalous but itz tha truth -n- men can't handle it
See most of tha tyme a nigga dick aint shit
He needa go a step further -n- lick tha clit -uh-
Keep lickin 'till ya hit my spot
Nigga fuck all the juice in tha booze ya pop
You get slow skin jus cumin wit cock put you face up in my choke chop
Cuz i'm go geta nut nut nut
Head like wut wut wut
Hands all on my butt butt butt
Ya need to lick it again c'mon
Cuz i'm gon geta nut nut nut
Head like wut wut wut
All night long. Work tha tongue, work tha tongue
I like it when u niggaz go duh duh duh
Baby make my pussy go duh duh duh
I know ya wanna hit it slow duh duh duh
Gimmi that tongue tongue tongue
I like it when u niggaz go duh duh duh
Baby make my pussy go duh duh duh
I kno ya wanna hit it slow duh duh duh
Work that tongue tongue tongue
like it when u niggaz go duh duh duh
Baby make my pussy go duh duh duh
I know ya wanna hit it slow duh duh duh
Gimmi that tongue tongue tongue
I like it when u niggaz go duh duh duh
Baby make my pussy go duh duh duh
I kno ya wanna hit it slow duh duh duh
Work that tongue tongue tongue
My niggaz be talkin bout thongs -n- shit
I wanna see ya face in between my hips
Ya seen the black gold can bring a bitch
Strings so scandalous, you can't handle this
I like ta dance in my 6' pumps
Put a feelin in my pussy while ya smoke a blunt
Strait put ya ina trance yo I aint no punk
Have ya dreamin bout my choke chop
All a nigga wanna do is fuck fuck fuck
Head like wut wut wut
Come n geta nut nut nut
All they wanna do is fuck fuck fuck
Head like wut wut wut
Come -n- geta nut nut nut
I think i'll sing it again c'mon now wut
like it when u niggaz go duh duh duh
Baby make my pussy go duh duh duh
I know ya wanna hit it slow duh duh duh
Gimmi that tongue tongue tongue
I like it when u niggaz go duh duh duh
Baby make my pussy go duh duh duh
I kno ya wanna hit it slow duh duh duh
Work that tongue tongue tongue
like it when u niggaz go duh duh duh
Baby make my pussy go duh duh duh
I know ya wanna hit it slow duh duh duh
Gimmi that tongue tongue tongue
I like it when u niggaz go duh duh duh
Baby make my pussy go duh duh duh
I kno ya wanna hit it slow duh duh duh
Work that tongue tongue tongue
(Dee)
Yeah, Look here Trina
Look me and you we been friends for a minutes, but you know how we get down.
Late nights you know how we do.
We go our seperate ways, but lately I been feelin kinda different like me catchin feelings for you.
You know when you callm e daddy, and all that.
When you comb my hair? For real.
(Verse 1 - Dee)
I never knew that I would fall so deep in love with her homie, lover, friend, we were just passionate.
Now you got me feenin for more.
When other niggas used to call you after midnight it never bothered me.
Girl we was only friends right so why does it hurt more and more?
Girl I get excited whenever you call my phone.
I got a special ringer everytime my phone rings it goes,.
" I can't leave you alone,"
You got my feening, feenin, feenin.
So baby i'm pleading for you . bring your body home to me and let me lay you down.
(Chorus)
Girl bring your body home to daddy
Girl i love it when you call my daddy.
Baby you're my sexy lil mama
slip in my bedroom girl, and we can get it on.
Girl bring your body home to daddy
Girl i love it when you call my daddy.
Baby you're my sexy lil mama
slip in my bedroom girl, and we can get it on.
(Verse 2 - Trina)
I'm tired of the fightin, the fussin, and cussin late night discussions
Of who you think i'm f**kin.
You puttin me on guilt trips like I can't see
You storin his name for hers in your caller ID.
Look, i'm a queen the don diva
We should just free in the lime green Selene 2 seater
You & me.
My top down, and Yes my hairs blowin
Flashbacks of you & me got me moanin,
but who you lovin who you want to be huggin?
I seen her in your 600, and you claim its your cousin.
Look, I know we agreed to see other people,
but those feelings got shattered though like my langurae see through.
We both play this game unfaithfully
See me with the next man and now you want to play with me.
Yo, I'm confused, but i still want to proceed
Without you i'm incomplete you make me so week
I love it when you say.
(Chorus)
Girl bring your body home to daddy
Girl i love it when you call my daddy.
Baby you're my sexy lil mama
slip in my bedroom girl, and we can get it on.
Girl bring your body home to daddy
Girl i love it when you call my daddy.
Baby you're my sexy lil mama
slip in my bedroom girl, and we can get it on.
(Verse 3 - Trina)
I remember late nights when we would just kiss.
I remember wearin them girtles & when we would take them trips,
and I remember that we said it would never come to this.
Never let something come between our relationship.
Now how can i leave you to be with someone else?
Without finding out how you truely felt.
All them riding on hoarses and creeping and abortions,
the thoughts of marriage - all white - playin organs.
Started from the ruff sex on the deck of the yatch.
Followed by the Don Perion then the caneri watch.
All them shoes from Italy it was cool,
even the Villa in Sicily, but it wasn't me.
But i should have made it crystal clear that I didn't really care
Whether you was dead broke or you was a millionaire,
From our first date to our anniversary,
My thoughts changed of leaving when I heard you say to me.
(Chorus)
Girl bring your body home to daddy
Girl i love it when you call my daddy.
Baby you're my sexy lil mama
slip in my bedroom girl, and we can get it on.
Girl bring your body home to daddy
Girl i love it when you call my daddy.
Baby you're my sexy lil mama
Man, you make me crazy
I want to eat you whole
Boy you make me horney
Let's go and smoke that bowl
Go give it a whurl
Bitch, not you! You make me hurl!
Let's get it on (all night long)
cum on, cum on
in and out, pop that cherry
oh just like that!
Should I shave? (or do you like it harry)
oh no don't pull out
you like it like this?
shut yo mouth! (ha ha yeah)
[Trina]
Ms. Trina make the ballas wanna starr
Hoza-Notie boots lined with the fur
Walk with a switch pull it over make it twerk
Im'a flirt till it hur in a throwback skirt
I'm dat bad bitch, foxy and Don Blaze
Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade
I'll take ya watches and ya rings
Tell them other girls, lil' mama rockin' strings and Chanel pearls
I'm back fo my crown, fake bitches bow down
Dis the remix what you wanna do now?
I know you like the way we do this ova herrr
Get loose in the club like we just don't carrr (carr)
G's up
Im back
Trina trina
That's Right
I done stepped my game up and sexed my frame up
Shake the shake wit it
Dont be fake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Dont be fake wit it
Shake It
Titties sit right ass sits better
Im mean in a thong behind its wooden leather
You can catch me at South Beach in a drop top Careta
Im in the middle of somebodys dance floor like whatever
Drop!
I keep it hood for you baby cause on the down low mama knows what good for you baby
Whats good for me baby
Open a bottle of Henny for ya me in a mini for ya show you some luv
that's if I got any for ya
I can it make from the dollars to the pennies for ya back tha tha back it up then I bend it for ya
But I dont come cheap so
you got to break Trina off if you really want the right young freak
Pussy good couple pumps skeet skeet
but first I need that new Bentley it should be a crime being this fine and I get what I want when I let him see it from behind.
Want me to do my little dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little dance for ya
Make it clap like my hands for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little dance for ya
Make it clap like my hands for ya
Shake It Shake It
Hair stay fixed nails stay fixed keep niggas hotter than project bricks
Paparazzi want to know if Im gay when Im the reason why Shaq came to M-I-A Drop like its slow your old man would have fainted on me maybe because the jeans look like it was painted on me and my shoe game oh so vicious im what your taste buds need cause im so delicious
Diamond princess how you forget this slip and Slide records and the hood be my witness
im the baddest ting walking the block and you the saddest thing stalking the cop
Im Miss 305 butter pecan thighs pretty brown eyes in the 745 if you can keep up with me Im the diamond mommy drinking from a gold bottle grown women say im they role model
Swallow That!
Want me to do my little dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little dance for ya
Make it clap like my hands for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little dance for ya
Make it clap like my hands for ya
Shake It Shake It
Now wear my real bitches at that be taking it off and keep them playas straight breakin them off thats how you do that there and Trina wont lie to ya and sugar coat it and its fly to ya its like smokin on tha crip lightin up a dip poppin one and puttin some of me up on your lips on your lips and aint no better high than me baby call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky with baby
purses and shoes by Louie, Gucci all from the pretty face and ghetto booty what you want baby for me and to you do a porn and tell you to beat till the morn baby im extra sexual and intellectual could to us both just so professional and I could wobble on it and take my phone calls like you cant bother me on it
Want me to do my little dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little dance for ya
Make it clap like my hands for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little dance for ya
Okay K K K
Want me to do my little dance for ya
Make it clap like my hands for ya
Shake It Shake It
Shake the shake wit it
Dont be fake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Dont be fake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Dont be fake wit it
Shake the shake wit it
Dont be fake wit it
I keep it hood for you baby cause on the down low mama knows what good for you baby
Ugh, Ugh, Ugh....Woooo!!!
Yo, I'm a diamond in the rough
See I roll from the slum
Any little old city is like nowhere to run
The game's on you till you stand on your own two
Check this out niggas---This is what we gonna do
1!!!- We gon' bang this
2!!!- We gon' sing this
3!!!- We on top of the world but we ain't saying shit
It's the movement, and the truth is
Cause Trina and Missy ain't gots to prove shit
We brake down floors (BAM!!)
Brake down doors (BOOM!!)
5 month tours just brake down do'
We brake down hoes, we brake down foes
Run through pockets just straight down yo's
M-I-A to V-A its real y'all
We shakin up bottles to let 'em spill y'all
This is Slip-N-Slide askin "What the deal y'all?"
If you ain't throwin them bows then I don't feel y'all
I Said BOY!!!! REWIND THAT BACK
If you talk *shit* yo might get slapped
BRRRRRRRAAHHHH!!! Yup I said slapped
Ain't no other chicks that's gon' bring it like that now
BOY!!! REWIND THAT BACK
Up in the spot you got your glocks on lock and.
HEY!!!--This join gon' knock
Up in the club I said this joint don't stop
Y'all know how real woman come down
Low cut copes when Trina come round
Reggae DJ screamin "COME DOWN!!"
We ?? it off top but want some now
Sit back-- and praise the don diva
I'm ?? -- trust me I'm gon' leave ya
Who blows streets up? Ya man want eat us?
Different flows,flavors,hoes- No Favors!
Don't pay us we'll shut that down
What's that loud? (Owww!!) Cut that down!
Got a CL6 but what's that now?
If he not talkin big money, Fuck that clown!
Excuse my french, I won't stress the issue
If he ain't lookin out he's just messin with you
I'm a Mercedes mami, maybe the Lex official
If you wanna get on I'll have Flex to hit you
Damn Y'all-Da-Da-Da-Da Damn yall!
Hurtin and scurrin I'm like I took my panties off
Knuckle and Buckle em' nigga I ain't scared of y'all
You wrestle this muscle thats gon' be your damn fault
YOW!!!!!-- I make screams like Prince
Spay em' and lay em' but you gon' never touch this
Beat em' don't eat em but you gon' always need Miss (Miss)
Cause me and Miss Trina gon' always switch it like this
[Intro]
Said I love ya babe..
And I need ya darling..
Said I love ya babe..
[Chorus]
I'm a put that p-p-pussy on top (whoa!)
I'm a ride ya until that dick drop (damn!)
I'm a keep going, going non stop (c'mon!)
Till I hear ya say (Trina! God damn you a bad bitch!)
I'm a put that p-p-pussy on top (whoa!)
I'm a ride ya until that dick drop (damn!)
I'm a keep going, going non stop (uh huh!)
Till I hear ya say (Trina! God damn you a bad bitch!)
[Verse]
You know I'm off blast, you face off fast
I ain't into making love, I'm into getting cash
I'm making niggaz scream! just like a wet dream
Suite 112 wit that "Peaches & Cream"
I'm a put that p-p-pussy on top
And ride that dick non stop till it drop
Miss Trina fin to make it, make it get hot
Come over here man, and show me what you got
I'll make you snap, crackle, pop
Then I'm a break ya pockets
Cop me charm bracelets, Louie Vuitton lockets
And I'm a keep ya harder than a rocket (ohhh)
New rims on my Benz, you can cop it (ohhh)
Get nasty, whip cream and chocolate
Ride that dick till it pop out the socket
Get off, lick lick lick me
It's Lil Pearly baby, no Vickies
[Chorus]
[Verse]
DP I'm back, you know the flow's hot
Soon as your clothes drop, I make your toes pop
Fresh out the hood bitch, I ride a good dick
Lil Mama hood rich, I got that good shit
Toot toot, beep beep, freak on the backseat
I make your heart beat fast like a track meet
I put the pussy on top wit a cherry in the middle
Don't be scared Daddy, lick it a little
Spend a few thou' nigga, Trick it a little
Then maybe now and then we can - kick it a little
Ohh, c'mon! (What you're saying girl, that you know)
(You gon put that on top of me?)
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Girl give me that now now now, now now now
Girl give me that now now now, now now now
Girl give me that now now now, now now now
Girl I got this feeling way down in my bones
That make me wanna do it to ya, HEY!!
(Talk to 'em girl)
[Verse]
Anytime, anyplace, baby yeah anywhere
I put this thang on you daddy, I ain't never scared
Freaking in a six drop in the parking lot
I put the pussy on top and massage the cock
I'm too hot, too tight, ride dick just right
If you playing wit them M's play Grant just might (?)
Lay you down and undress you, red light special
You wanna bring your toy friend, I just might hit you
[Chorus]
[Outro - to fade]
Girl give me that now now now, now now now
(trina) hell nah i don't wanna holla at no mother fuckin trick
he over there smelling like boonk and hennesey and shit hell no
(taterhead)
i'm saying though what you got a playa back there just trying to say what's up
(trina talking)
hell no' don't wanna holla at him that's right
(trick Daddy)
hold up bitch
hold up bitch
hold up hoe
check it out
(trick Daddy)
hoe you don't know nann nigga uh -uh
that'll represent like me
who'll say some shit like me
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
who do the shit that I do
Run through yo whole lil' crew
Pay for it if I got to
Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
That'll run off in yo house
Put the gun off in yo mouth
Blow yo motherfucking brains out
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Who'll fall off in the club
Free drinks for the show some love
Take the bar home for the thugs
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Who know mo' niggas than me
Who do mo' killings than me
And weigh mo' dope dealings than me
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
You don't know nann nigga
That dress fresher than me
And you don't know nann nigga that wear mo' Polo shit than me
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Who do mo' freaky stuff
Eat the coochie wit the legs up
Then I blow it all in yo butt
And I don't know nann hoe uh-uh
Who liked the dick like you
Who'll bite the dick like you
On a dikey bitch like you
And I don't like a bitch like you
I'll fight a bitch like you
Ol' trifling bitch like you
Ain't no telling what you might do
Bitch you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
Hoe you don't know nann nigga uh-uh
[Trina talkin]
Uh-Uh-Uh
Hold up who the fuck this nigga think he is
I ain't ashamed of nothing I do
Hold up check this shit out
[Trina]
You don't know nann hoe uh-uh
Don' been the places I been
Who can spend the grands that I spend
Fuck bout 5 or 6 best friends
And you don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That's off the chain like me
That'll floss the thang like me
On a awful thang like me
You don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That sell more ass than me
You know nann hoe
That'll make you come like me
Nigga you don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That don' tried all types of shit
Who quick to deep throat the dick
And let another bitch straight lick the clit
Now you don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That'll keep it wet like me
Make it come back to back like me
Lick a nigga nut sack like me
Now you don't know nann hoe uh-uh
That'll ride the dick on the dime
Who love to fuck all the time
One who's pussy fatter than mine
Bitch you don't know nann hoe
[Trick Daddy]
Hold up baby hold up
What you said you'll do bitch
[Trina]
Nigga you heard what I motherfucking said
[Trick Daddy]
Well baby if you gon' be doin' all this
You need to be on my team
Cuz I'm the realest nigga you motherfucking know
[Trina]
Well if you want me you know how to find me
Taterhead got the number
[Trick Daddy]
Tater boy bet they help Tater boy
Ha ha ha hah
[Trick Daddy]
Bitch you know nann nigga
That keep it knocked like me
That keep it hot like me
One who'll chop the chops like me
Bitch you know nann nigga
Wit connections wit the mob
Money millions for stars
And the Lexus flexin hard
Bitch you know nanna nigga
Who representin they grill
In Miami is where I live
And this is how I pay my bills
I love livin here
It be straight thuggin livin here
And all my thug niggas here
We be ballin'up in here
Bitch you know nann nigga
Bitch you know nann nigga
No no bitch you know nann nigga
Oh you know nann nigga
Bitch you know nann nigga
Bitch you know nann nigga
No no bitch you know nann nigga
Hey.....
yeah, yeah, yeah
no,no,no,no,no,no
It's been too long and i'm lost without you
what am gonna do
said I been needing you; wanting you
wondering if your the same and who's been with you
is your heart still mine i wanna cry sometime
Off to college, yes you went away
straight from high school you up and left me
we where close friends also lovers
did everything for one another
now your gone and im lost without you here now
but i know i got to live and make it somehow
(Come back to me can you feel me calling hear me calling for you)
Cause it's been too long and i'm lost without you
what am i gonna do said i've been
needing you wanting you
wondering if your the same and who's been with you
is your heart still mine i wanna cry sometimes
Now im sitting here
thinking bout you and the days we used to share
it's driving me crazy i dont know what to do
i'm just wondering if you still care
and i dont wanna let you know
that it's killing me
i know you got another life you gotta concentrate baby
(come back to me can you feel me calling here me calling for you)
Cause it's been too long and i'm lost without you
what am i gonna do said i've been needing you wanting you
wondering if your the same and who's been with you is your heart
still mine i wanna cry sometimes
I miss you.....
Ayi yi yi yi yi
Ayi yi yi yi yi
Ayi yi yi yi yi
Ayi yi yi yi yi
I can't think no more since you went away
i dont really feel like talking
no one hear to love me
no one to understand me
i can't do a thing with out you
It's been too long......
and i'm lost without you
what am i gonna do said i've been needing
you wanting you
wondering if your the same and who's been with you
is your heart still mineeeeee
(Aaliyah in hi-pitched voice)yeah yeah baby
keep singing; music fades
R.I.P. Aaliyah a.k.a Baby Gurl
Breathe...
(So Many Memories)
You Gotta Let The Tears Fall For This One
(So Many Memories)
Breath
(So Many Memories)
9-27-82 Born
Look Into My Eyes
I'm So Torn
Slow Down Baby And Get A Clear View
Cuz When You Roll Down Your Windows
I'm In Your Rear View
Hold On Baby Boy
I Know Its Hard For Ya
But Ya Girl Got Your Back
And I'ma Ride For Ya
And I Swear For God, I'd Die For Ya
How'd I Look In Your Eyes And Still Lie To Ya?
Now When You Look In My Eyes, I Just Cry To Ya
Chris Brown Made It Hard To Say Goodbye To Ya
I Still Remember Those Days I Got A Dial Tone
Tears Fallin From My Eyes
But I Held On
Now Your Memories Are All I've Got To Live On
All Outta My Zone
I Cant Move On
Hurts Worse Than Death
That You So Gone
But The Chapter Is Done
Poof, Be Gone
I Wipe Away My Tears
I Got My Swag Back
Word Out On The Streets Is That Ya Girl Is Back
You Must Not Know Bout Me
I Got Your Name Tattooed So Tha World Could See
I Dreamt One Day We'd Make We
A Boy For You And A Girl For Me
But One Day Just Outta Tha Blue
That Boy For You Became A Dream Come True
(So Many Memories)
I'm Stressin
No Restin
You Chillin
Its Killin
We.... Gone
Yea And Now I'm Back In My Zone
I Got So Many Sayin I Should Leave It Alone
Give It Up Let It Go Cuz Your Boy Is Gone
Stop Drivin By His Crib Cuz Your Boy Aint Home
Stop Lookin At Your Pager And Stop Callin His Phone
You Better Act Like You Fly And Put Your Lip Gloss On
Put Your Ass In Ya Jeans And Get Your Grown Girl On
You Shoulda Listened To Your Mama And Picked Up That Phone
One Call Aint Hurt
I Shed Blood For You
And When Them Niggas Started Hatin I Threw Slugs For You
Now All Thats Left Is What Was Of You
And Now I Wanna Wake Up Cuz There's No You
And Now I'm Down On My Knees Askin 'What'd I Do?'
Cuz Baby Life Means Nuthin To Me Without You
Real Love Never Dies Thats What You Told Me
But Now Your Love's Flowin All Thru Tha Industry
And Now Tha Media And Press Got A Hold Of We
And Now Tha Whole World Knows That We Aint We
And She Aint We
And She Aint Me
And She Can Never Be
Listen Up To Em
Cuz Im Talkin To You
I Got A Message And Its Just For You
(So Many Memories)
Red Carpet Next To Me Is A Good Look For Ya
Paparazzi Snappin Pictures For Ya
You Know I Love The Way You Talk When You Real High
You ? Your Bags When You Come Home And Thats Fly
Baby Boy You Kept It Real And Kept Me Lookin Nice
Made It Rain In My Purse Each And Every Night
Back Seat Of The Phantom Made It Look Twice
And Now Its All Just A Memory Of My Life
One Ring One Watch One Chain
One You One Me One Name
Just Let Me Drown
Please Dont Save Me
You Know You Should Have Held Down A Little Harder Baby
But Now Ya Girl's On Her Own
No More Carter Baby
I Said Ya Girl's On Her Own
No More Carter Baby
No Kissin
No Touchin
No Huggin
No Snugglin
I'm Missin Your Lovin
My Body Cant Function
Now I'm Back On My Grind
I Gotta Stay Fly
Ya Girl's Hot
In The ? I'm So High
Haters All On My Back But They Can All Die
Stuntin Just Like You Daddy No Lie
Big Spender
Big Whipper
? Sipper
I Miss Ya
(So Many Memories)
[JE]
Girl I got it
[Jermaine Dupri]
Shake shake it baby
Shake shake it
Shake shake it mama
Shake for JE
Let me see you
Shake shake it babay
Shake Shake it
Shake shake it mama
Shake for Je
Let me see you
[JE]
Now your girl said you, was out lookin for me
If so then you, need to come and see
If you ready for a night that you won't never forget
I'll give you pleasure and real love,
If you let me in
Baby tell me what it is you want from me
Don't beat around the bush, if you want my body
[Hook] [JE]
If you can want it, girl I got it, got it
Come and get with me
Girl I turn your body inside out, and bring exctasy
If you want it, baby come and bring your body to me
If you need it, girl I got it, got it, got, got, got, got it c'mon
[JE]
If you want me girl, you need to come with me
I've searched all aroudn the world, finding you is like a dream
When we wake up, you won't feel the same about me
Cause you'll realize, your life won't be the same without me
Baby tell me what it is you want from me
Don't beat around the bush, if you want my body
[Hook] [JE]
If you can want it, girl I got it, got it
Come and get with meG
irl I turn your body inside out, and bring exctasy
If you want it, baby come and bring your body to me
If you need it, girl I got it, got it, got, got, got, got it c'mon
[Bridge][JE]
Jus you, and me baby just bring your body, to me tell everybody, about me
Baby just move your body, around me, me, me
[Trina]
I need I hot thug that can handle it
Get in the hot tub with the candles lit
I got the crissy criss on the bucket of ice tonight
Like Biggy Smalls say we fuckin tonight
JE heartbreak make it flow better
Makin love on the bed full of rose petals
Just hold on tight cause my love is real
I'll make you feel exctasy without the pill
I wonder how many licks do it take
To make ya break and yo body shake
Let my inside out
Ride out
Spend a week in hawaii
Hide out
And if you want it You know that I got it
Give it to me daddy You know that I'm bout it
And if you thowin that shit I'ma do my thang
And thow the spit back at ya llike a boomarang
[Hook] [JE]
If you can want it, girl I got it, got it
Come and get with meG
irl I turn your body inside out, and bring exctasy
If you want it, baby come and bring your body to me
If you need it, girl I got it, got it, got, got, got, got it c'mon
2004 Shit.. You know the name
(Triinna!!)
[Guy]
This is a world premiere. Trina, talk to em.
-Chorus- ×2
(pick It up)
You don't want to see me heated ya'll
(pick it up)
You don't want to see me heated ya'll
(pick it up)
You don't want to see me heated ya'll
[tell em why girl]
Bitch I'll fuck your ass up
-Verse 1-
Bad bitch, from the south keep shit locked
Any bitch run her mouth will get dropped
See me ride in the 6 Drop
You aint heard? My nookie's so good It could resurrect Pac
Trina ride on the track, never take a pit stop
You only on the radio cause you fucked the disc jock
It's Saturday, let the cryss pop
Me and lil Bre Von Dutch head to the flip-flops
Hop out the G5, and off to the jet
You in that Nissan, that's why you don't get respect
Everywhere I go, I got cameras flashing
You the preview, I'm the main attraction
And your man is watchin, you gettin all mad
Your heart beat fast, everytime I walk past,
My hand real hard, but I got a soft ass
I play the sweet role, don't make me get off glass
-Chorus- ×2
-Verse 2-
Shit can't stop,
Franky B Jeans, with the matchin tank top,
Tell me I aint hot,
If you think not, lame whore catch shots,
This nigga thinking I'm sweatin his rolex watch
You need more than that to get in my thighs,
A car that flies, maybe a house in the sky
I know you wanna beat it up right quick
And I was the first bitch Kobe cheated on his wife with. (Ohhh!)
Tight Shit – Diamond Princess
Don't be the first name on my hit list
Trust me, that's not a good look
I'm a vet you a rook, hoes better get shook
Bitch go read a book, find something to slob
You workin my nerves like a part time job
5 Years in the game, still undefeated
We could do the damn thing, don't get me heated
-Chorus- ×2
Miss Trina, ahead of the game
Act up, hoes better get ready for pain
No talk, I'ont let em explain
Off the chain from the city in the south
Where the weather the same
Drunk niggas in the club stay spittin the game
He wanna make sweet love, but I'd rather the brains
Better eat it till I can't walk straight
And if Chingy ever tried he'll probly talk straight
I'm that bitch that you hate – getting paid to rap
Busta got his rhymes when I made it clap
I'm the first girl to put Jade on the map
I touched my toes – your man came in his lap
Hypno and cryss might have me fuckin tonite
And if you can't feel this, you ain't touchin it right
I know Cali got my back
and when he turn it up and hit the lights bitch watch yo back
-Chorus- ×2
yea this anotha white dog production
bran new trina you herd it first
this this this is a trina world premire
it feels good (push it) yea (pushit real good)
it feels good (push it, push it) yea (pushit real good)
it feels good (push it, push it) yea (pushit real good)
it feels good (push it, push it) yea (pushit real good)
I ain't neva been in luv but i must be
Cuz u gimme goose bumps when u touch me (Ooo)
And it feels so good when u fuck me
you make me cum when u lick an u suck me (uhh)
from the front to the back you can ride me
put that big ol dick inside me (uhh), dont stop yu makin me hot (uh huh)
hit it from tha back now thats the g spot (yea)
now rock the boat rock tha boat (uhh)
dont quit dont stop tha stroke (uhh)
you kno this pussy good
now push it real good
it feels good (push it) yea (pushit real good)
it feels good (push it, push it) yea (pushit real good)
it feels good (push it, push it) yea (pushit real good)
it feels good (push it, push it) yea (pushit real good)
yo body perfect like 50
wont u come closer an kiss me
if u wanna twerk it get wit me
u got me so (yea) come get me(uhh)
i wanna freak u, an u knowin that
if u throw it at me ima throw it back
we can get buck wild till we break the bed
i wanna fuck u tonight dont make me beg (uhh)
u bringin out the freak in me
how u get yo tongue so deep in me
you kno this pussy good
now push it real good
it feels good (push it) yea (pushit real good)
it feels good (push it, push it) yea (pushit real good)
it feels good (push it, push it) yea (pushit real good)
it feels good (push it, push it) yea (pushit real good)
this pussy be grippin so goddamn wet it be drippin
i put this thing on yo ass u be trippin
when i give u this pussy whippin
start strippin lets go (lets go)
take it from tha head to tha bed to tha floo whoa
we can get loose in the telly its so hot in herre ask nelly
gimme what u got dont stop(dont stop)
lay on ya back let me put it on top
(uhhh)you kno this pussy good now
fuck me real good
it feels good (push it) yea (pushit real good)
it feels good (push it, push it) yea (pushit real good)
it feels good (push it, push it) yea (pushit real good)
it feels good (push it, push it) yea (pushit real good)
ay ay ay ay ay................
[Intro]
Uh Yea, Oh Yea
Trin' Bein I've Got Ya
Yea I'm On That Syzurp my
Ya Off Tha
Hey! Heyyy!
[1st Verse: Lil Wayne]
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a mutha fucka girly on my staple
Cause her friends say I’m a tummy sucker
Don't go below the navel
I'm up in Lil Hatti
I'm blowin on Jamaica
I'm in the pimp a beemer
I'm with a salt shaker
Now I'm in Dave County
I see some thick bitches
I try to holla at em
But they all trick bitches
I think Trina sexy
Mama ya wine fine
And on the hush hush
We need some quiet time
Yea I'm a ridah ma
The Birdman's boy
He on CA$H MONEY
All three on CA$H MONEY?
Yea and I put her on CA$H MONEY
She start wobblin that ass for me
She start modelin
She see the models in the Maybach
She call me Weezie F. Baby
And she make sure she say that
[Chorus]
[Lil’ Wayne]
See a fly nigga baby yea I don’t trip
Just give em lil die?
Mama give em lil hip
[Trina]
And if you see a fly bitch
nigga holla don’t trip
Break her off a few dollars
Take her on a few trips
[Lil’ Wayne]
Give em lil die
Mama give em lil hip
Then you give em Lil’ Wayne
Give em a lil nip
[Trina]
And if you see a fly bitch
Nigga holla don’t trip
Break her off a few dollars
Take her on a few trips
[2nd Verse: Trina]
Now I’m the daughter of a madam
Inside of a pink phantom
If ya man got that cash
Then best believe I met him
Cause I’m sharp as a machete
And I cuss like great?
Niggas call me Betty Crocker
Cause my cakes stay plenty
Got stacks on top of stacks
No matter the consequence
My emphasis is to get it
It’s Trina Weezie F. Baby
Man hand do the scripts
It’s all reminiscent to
Gladys night in the pips?
All my niggas jump around
Girls jump on that dick
It aint gonna be no standin around
Now lets get crunk in this bitch
And ladies
Show em yo shit
A lil hip a lil ?
More pressure for the eye
And the more a nigga try
You can find me stretched out
In my 850i
Or my big 600
Believe Trina done it
Believe them diamonds studded
Stay flooded like a damn
Chase grams cause I am what I am
Don’t give a damn
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse: Trina]
Back to the lesson at hand
Stick to my plan
When it comes to seein man after man
Don’t give a damn about his car or his friends
Wh Wh WhWhat
Cause I’m gonna make my on ends
That’s WhWhat’s up
Ladies lets say you want a man
But don’t kno how to do it
Dirty dance with em
Put a lil back into it
Look at yo wall shorty
End up at the mall sporty
Try to dog waddy?
Make em spend it all on ya
Yep and make that nigga ball for ya
Then have him beggin for that kitty kat
Wining and dining for that ass
Give him none of that
Just let him kno
Say make a bitch rich
Cause the badest bitch taught you that
[Chorus]
[Beat Till End]
[Trina]
Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few
[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few
[Trina]
Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2
[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy!
[Trina]
It's beautiful
Roll with me playa
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few
[24 Karatz]
Spittin game to a stallion
Sippin' on half a gallon
Ice medallion, iceburg Italian
Handlin' knots in the gamblin' spots
Gettin' loose with a twenty pack handlin' blocks
Hit a nigga in the head with the stainless steel
Slaning packs while the Po-po's changin' shifts
Caked up at the bar, nigga let all them hoes
It's the adominal snowman, everything frozen
Gettin' off glass with the Crissy crunk
Got three, four dike bitches pissy drunk
Got them hoes kissin' cunts and twistin' blunts
When them hoes get ghost I don't miss them stunts
Cause I pick up sluts in pickup trucks
Put dick down your throat bitch, hiccup nuts
Bitch what? I'mma give you some play
Out the exotic player clique and that 2-4-K
[Trina]
Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few
[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few
[Trina]
Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2
[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy!
[Trina]
It's beautiful
Roll with me playa
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few
Uh hoes envy, draped in a coat, fit me
In the Rolls Bentley sittin' on twenties
Hot girl, accent those
Dressed with stones, nigga caress my toes
Hoes wanna test my flows
Bitch let me be
I ain't chose the game ho
The game chose me
But yes froze me, rocks in my rosary
Sippin' Don P, the bar on me
All my girls drink Cris, think this
You a courdoroy ho, I'mma a mink bitch
So go on 'bout your business
Lick nuts, drink dicks
Your old tired ass, still draggin', freak bitch
Who's bad?
So I stay fitted
You wanna test Trina
Come on play with it
I know y'all wanna take my place
Cause I'm cute in the face
Phat in the ass, slim in the waist, uh
Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few
[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few
[Trina]
Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2
[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy!
[Trina]
It's beautiful
Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few
[24 Karatz]
While y'all niggas spittin' the glock
I be ticklin' twat
Triplin' knots to see the villas and yachts
Call all the killas ya got
Bitches I'll clock a kill if I drop
Drink for my cot, cop me a Linc and a drop
Makin' a rock, and same day drill up your block
But on the flip side, why ya hate me?
Cause I'm gettin' head in England
No wedding ring band
Out the XL I creep in the four dot six van
Leave you in the dirt like it's quicksand
You mad cause you never brawl like you a six man
What is you foolish?
Hit you with the metal leave you clueless
Now you on the dash like Stacey
All actin' crazy, cause your main bitch wanna masturbate me
Do me R. Kelly, drink half my babies
Go ahead bitch, indulge, taste it, still hate me
[Trina]
Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few
[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few
[Trina]
Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2
[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy!
[Trina]
It's beautiful
Roll with me playa
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few
Chorus: repeat 2X
Niggas ain't shit, but hoes and tricks
Lick tha pearl tongue nigga keep tha dick
Get tha fuck out after I cum
So I can hop in my Coup and make a quick run
[Trina]
See, me and my boo's we got grands to use
With terrible attitudes nigga, who needs you?
Huh, you got your dirty ass feet on my couch
and smokin motherfuckin weed in my house
Is you sick yo?
I want YOU to get him and your dogs,
to stop grabbin doornobs, and hustle and rob
or job, get tha fuck out of dodge (you heard that?)
You eat me this evenin, you don't even deserve that
cause I'm a bank roll havin bitch
Mercedes Benz 6- double o havin bitch, I'm fabulous
and immaculate with nice curves
I game hers for the furs, and the Iceberg
You got nerves, old broke ass, not havin no doe ass
slow ass, stayin on my porch ass, yo yay your ass nigga
you fake bitch, you make women hate dick, cuz you ain't shit
Chorus
[Lois Lane]
You that same old nigga
with tha same low figures
'cept the lies gettin bigga
and the sex lacks the vigor
Got used to the quickies, now your ass is just wack
tryin to fuck my girl, behind my back, imajin that
I told her go ahead and try it just for the laughter
now whe're feelin bad for all tha hoes you're goin after
Looks can be deceivin, and you're poppin much game
Crib in your moms name, claim of fortune and fame
Dressed in ICEBERG, senese still attached
Rockin a gator, fake rolly, hollow links to match
I sit back and watch, as you dig yourself deeper
Digits all in your beeper, you want her, better keep her
Last night you was all up in the club, slingin grips
Slippin DJ Roslay, givin dick tips away
Basically, you was holdin like you just went pro
but little did they know, you was flossin my doe
No, I got to go, before you cause a bitch to flick
from waistline to the bottom, you know niggas ain't shit
Chorus
[Trina]
You ain't shit to me yo
I'm spendin grands down in Rio
Manaje' in trio, garage like it cee-lo
4-5-6, Range Rov, 4.6 we lay low
while ya'll hoes slob dick, you back in ballin ass
Niggas ain't shit, taste the clit
and y'all pussy lickin and shit
wanna go low on me like a basement?
That's why I don't see none of y'all
You better reconize bitch, while I sit in front of y'all
I don't owe you shit, nigga you owe me
I'm bout to change the locks, nigga keep the gold key
You better get your shit, take it to your mamy house
I'm bout to show you what a bitch from Miami bout
You got me fucked up, nigga ain't no free nut
Unless you comin VVS marquis cut
Chorus (repeat til end)
(Trina) I want my ass smacked
(Ludacris) Legs wide
(Trina) Front, back
(Ludacris) Side to side
(Trina) Pussy wet
(Ludacris) Slip 'n' slide
yep everything gon' be all right
(Trina)ass smacked
(Ludacris) Legs wide
(Trina) Front, back
(Ludacris) Side to side
(Trina) Pussy wet
(Ludacris) Slip 'n' slide
yep everything gon' be all right
(Trina)
Wait bitch Ima blow my kisses
Get pissed and throw my dishes
ya niggas know just who this is (whoo whoo)
and the head so vicious
with me, this shit gon cost
You short
Then thats your loss
you know this ass is soft
make nigga go to break it off
Tell me that you love me baby
get hot and fuck me crazy
get a towel and wipe me off
you want a bitch with no type of flaws
My girls be shopping hard
these hoes be buyin cars
in the club buyin¡Â¦bars
nipples hard in designer bras
from niggas who gettin¡Â¦gÃÃ'
throw back in the crispy gÃÃ'
Moet , cris on freeze
laugh at the tab cuz this on me
Me and Luda in the cuts supreme
Doin¡Â¦things just to touch the creme
So many names want to fuck the queen (whoa)
IÃÎ livin¡Â¦life like itÃÃ' just a dream
(Trina) I want my ass smacked
(Ludacris) Legs wide
(Trina) Front, back
(Ludacris) Side to side
(Trina) Pussy wet
(Ludacris) Slip Ã
[Trina:]
Ladies, I know yall sick and tired of these niggaz braggin, talking bout how big thier dick is,
Imma put it down like this...
[Chorus:]
Nelly got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Nelly got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeey
Jay-Z got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Jay-Z got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeeey
[Verse 1:]
I know you got that cash man
But you a one minute come to fast man
You fucked worse than my last man, but Ludacris he gon put it on my ass man uh
I called him up, he gee this ass the smack
When he hit it from the back
I catch a asthma attack
I like the way he take it slow and stroke it
He got me coming back to back
That boy focused
You used to be my boo but now you fired
Cuz all you do is lick me til ur tongue get tired
I know you hoping you still got me hosing
But when I first seen nelly dick
I started choking
[Chorus:]
Baby got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Baby got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeey
Jarule got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Jarule got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeeey
[Verse 2:]
I need Baby cus he Hood Rich
Getting money slinging nothing but dat good dick
I heard chingy got a strong back and when he put it on me make me wanna come back
Pharrell can rock my boat and work the middle, twirk a little hit it make it hurt a little
It feel good when you all up in it man
And you know I can't stand no minute man
I need P-Diddy when it's time to ball
He can fuck me all night and make me climb the walls
And I got no time fa no lil' dicks
Now all my girls in the club I know you feel this cuz..
[Chorus:]
Chingy got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Chingy got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeey
50 Cent got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But 50 Cent got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeeey
If you got a big dick
Nigga grab that (hey) grab that (hey) grab that
If you got a big dick
I gotta have that (hey) have that (hey) have that
I ain't scared of that shit Nigga throw that dick
I ain't scared of that shit Nigga throw that dick
Change position (hey)
Throw that dick
Change position (hey)
Throw that dick
[Chorus:]
Trick daddy got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Trick daddy got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeey
Snoop got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Snoop got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeeey
Busta Rhymes got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Busta Rhymes got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeeey
Fabolous got a big ol dick
I know I told you I'll be tru (be tru)
But Fabolous got a big ol dick
So I'm leaving you, heeeeey
You're the finest bitch I've ever seen
(That's right)
Looking like a ghetto queen
So call it ghetto fabulous
She the type of bitch I wanna bust
Said baby can I drop this please
In the tail from the back while smokin' trees
Hey sexy mama, playful eyes
Just tell me can you freak me right?
Yo, yo, uh Miss Trina Z3 Beamer
Open up my legs put your head in between em
Till I bust like lead from a heater
Make sure you got bread for the diva
Leave a niggas pockets dry like the cleaners
Fly by with the shine bright gleamers
Flossin' with the lime Via Spigas
Make it hurt with the H-Class pieces
I take back shots, take back shots
Get a nigga for his cake and his rocks
Positions that you've never even heard before
Twist around and ride a dick vertical, uh
Fine, looky here where the long dick niggas at?
Where them six figure stacks and the fifties at?
You're the average bitch, I got carats bitch
Hot with a ho cause I'm da baddest bitch
I got 69 ways to make you come my way
Those other bitches don't play
I do it 69 ways
I wanna get down with her
(Down with her)
I wanna get down with her
(Down with her)
Ghetto superstar
Niggas eat the pussy like a sushi bar
Never let a nigga hit the koochie raw
Might bust a nut on my Gucci bra
I guess you think you fuckin' with a hoochie huh?
Fat pussy lookin' juicy huh?
In this two piece Coogi huh?
You got twenty grand you can screw me huh?
Got a hundred grand we can make a movie huh?
I know you'll stick with me, cause your baby daddy trick with me
Cop rocks at Tiffany's
I make him fuck till his back stiff
Hid the stash in the mattress so I can shop at Sax Fifth
Fuck a nigga just for practice
Fake a nut like an actress give a fake address
Milk a nigga like a fat breast
Till there ain't no cash left
(Coughing)
Damn, feel like I done got sick
Yea, it's da baddest bitch, I'm in da booth
(Coughing)
Uh, nothin... nothin... nothin
(Coughing)
Damn I think I got the bird flu,
I'm bout to shit on bitches.
VERSE(1)
Miss Trina diamond motherfuckin diamond don diva
I still don't know nann hoe who can see the diva
If she say she can tell the bitch I wanna see her
7:30 at the spot tell da bitch I wanna meet her
Cause I know dis ass fat and these titties sit right
Keep my pussy in Chanel
he wanna fuck me all night
Talk about me to his friends
and how I throat da dick right
How he hit it from the back
and how this pussy stay tight.
Gimme the keys to the Bentley that's right.
Hope u ain't forget I'm still da baddest
Ya'll hoes knew what I had before I had this
"here we go" dough I was a savage
Fendi horse and carrage, my baggage
Louis Vuitton at the school house prom
Everybody knew trina, I had it goin on
And still goin on so bitches get gone before
I ring the alarm and put a match to tha song.
Chorus (1x)
Cause u ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
Niggas ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
These bitches ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
Ya'll need to talk about somethin cause u ain't talkin bout nothin.
Nothin nothin.
These Niggas ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
These bitches ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
Ya'll need to alk about somethin cause u ain't talkin bout nothin
Verse(2)
I don't hear ya yappin cause u ain't talkin bout nothin
A video with Jay bitch u ain't said nothin.
Ol' nappy rooted mut. actin like she doin somethin
When I catch u straight fade no police fuck fussin!
Who da fuck am I?
Call me miss billion dolla ass
Which has been on covers of some billion dolla ads
Let alone, don't forget this trillion dolla face
Only covers u been on was your mugshot rate.
Bitch, u still gettin beat by that nigga who don't want ya
With em five kids u ain't know they daddy don't ya?
You don't want it sweety got your path mapped out
Think u back up in da game? I had u pushed back out
With yo back out sellin pussy in da A
But we know that you won't sell but for effort earn an A
And get them teeth fixed, spray some sheen on them dreads
Get them bags out ya eyes, get some rest and go to bed.
Chorus (1x0
Cause u ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
Niggas ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
These bitches ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
Ya'll need to alk about somethin cause u ain't talkin bout nothin.
Nothin nothin.
Niggas ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
These bitches ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
Damn my nigga wit a G5 bag
Gotta give me that bread I need them stacks
All that talkin ain't no need for that
Put ya money n ya mouth n handle that
Need an allowance break me off
Ima allergic to tha money make me sneeze n cough
It ain't trickin if you got it
If you bout it yeah I'm bout it
Come on now daddy you know the rules
A gurl need ice on her neck to cool
A forign chief who gon cook the food
And a maid who can clean out all my rooms
25 bedrooms to b exact and I still need more
Can you handle that
It ain't trickin if you got it
If you bout it yeah I'm bout it
Daddy wat you gon do
You know I'm checkin for you
Tell me can you spoil me with a penis wit a good view
I want it can I get it bendin there
You can keep them otha broads
I ain't worried I ain't care
Yeah just look @ my body
My face my body
I'm the baddest chick breathin
You ain't need nobody
Want me on ya arm
Ima trophy hot hottie
better watch yo back there boy
get on yo square or
my gun'll beat your chain
got the nigga figured out
showin you off tellin shit aint the same
go ahead and kick him out cut him up
catch him sleepin fuck him up
only he must not know your name
pimpin is a deadly game
oh nigga you mad now actin bad pullin out your gat
its not all you care about its cash so my feelings they asked out
and its so sad how I do fo you
be da woman come through fo you
when you do wrong police come through fo you
i even break the truth fo you
but the fact of the matter is
nigga you gon' love who you gon' love
you gon' trust who you gon' trust you gon' fuck
who you gon' fuck
but you wont trust me, no way no how
ya gotta give ya whole life fo a nigga nowadays
cant be in yo house cant even speak yo mouth
cant even beat him down why the fuck is this so
crazy, derranged that im into your thang
brings misery and pain
plus they call us lame bitches and heiffers and sluts
think your nut is gonna heal my bruises and battles and cuts
bitch y'all better get tough
and at the same time y'all better lock the game
and re-rock the game get a glock ready
sit back cock and aim
and try and stop the pain cuz ya got alot to gain
instead of sittin home waitin on niggas to call
puttin 911 in their beepers and all
we dont deserve this at all y'all
nigga how you tame a bitch
talkin bout your game legit when you aint the shit?
then get wit a chick dont maintain a bitch you restrain a bitch
insecure niggas they blame a bitch then reign a bitch
get a ring try to rename a bitch get an attitude
play games with the dick and try to tame a bitch
y'all niggas better critically acclaim a bitch
you call we come take it like a champ drink all your cum
do a lot of shit ive never done so i keep my cool
cuz i aint the one to start actin up
cuz he even beat us from backin up
i wanna pack my stuff but mama said i cant come back to her
oh lord so I had keep askin ya
for help outta situations killin up my whole life
I'm in love with a thug and he aint treatin my soul right
and i know i dont see him uh dont need him
shit fuck him and feed him
fish stuck him and leave him quick shit...
if you're a nigga with no love and dont want no bitch
Dont see no bitch dont need no bitch
then dont tease no bitch shit
cuz we dont need to be
fucked up mentally like a dumb ho
breakin out all your windows
tell the po-po's bout your do-po's oh no
I can get my own shit my own nigga my own dick
I dont need a nigga thinkin that he own a bitch
cuz he bought me shit
7 whole days aint call a bitch shit
nigga shoulda stayed right where he was at
cuz the nigga layed right where he was at
the nigga shoulda died right where he was at
[Intro:]
Trina I see ya fine ass
Ross...
[Chorus:]
Fresh up in salon
And I just got my hair done
Nigga's fight to hollered at me but I told em' move along
Cause my waist so skinny n my wrist so chilly
And if u ain't puttin up a milli then you won't be fuckin with me
Now put your hands up, go n pull a grand on it
Now get a billion up, atleast a hundred bands on it
Cause my waist so skinny n my wrist so chilly
And if u ain't puttin up a milli then you won't be fuckin with me.
[Trina:]
I'm a boss bitch, I stunt first class
I got insurance on this boss ass
See I don't fuck with ho's cause they sideways
I get this money by myself not in nine ways
I hate broke nigga's, they can't tell me shit
Fuck yo chargin baby momma and that little dick
I like big bags, I like real money
Pillow case stacked, bad prints big hundreds.
[Rick Ross:]
Pink bottle popper, yellow big shopper
Pull up to the club valle' my fuckin helicopter
It's a nomineer, hustler of the year
See the baddest bitch... ring a ear
Stackin paper like my name be Bo Philly
Pop the caddi in the living room __?
She non stop, somebody lyin, this bitch a ten, yo bitch a five.
[Trina:]
I'm still the thickest bitch, in this rap shit
I-I don't fuck with'ch ya'll, most you ho's counter fit
I call em glow lickers, they wanna lick my glow
I book seven nights a week you call a metapho
I got a big safe, captain crunch berries
My diamonds look like you can eat em VVS cherries
See I'm a fly bitch, I'm makin new moves
You and Me
We can make it last
You and me
We can make it last
You and me
We can make it last
You and me
We can make it last
You and me...
It was me and you Trina who shared the hard times
Still in love wit niggas who was serving some hard times
Or involved wit niggas who lost their lives
When Hollywood passed I nearly lost my mind
I then rolled wit the traffickers worked in the Maximas
When D.A in back of us, I'm stretched out nervous
Asking myself, "Bitch was this really worth it?"
What's my purpose I gotta keep searching
It was me and you Trina who asked the same questions
we decided when and which hoes we would fuck wit
shop wit thug wit get into some thug shit
turn 'em on to niggas who deep into that thug shit
get money fuck a little let a nigga touch a little
had to make moves our home was so fucking little
Feel that? I know you do, guess what I wrote it too
Please recognize this is a hip hop quoteable
(And even through the loneliest time
we survived through our loneliest nights
Just think about the struggling times
when we survived through a nickel and dime
And even if I had all the bread in the world
I'd give it all up for one shot at
You and Me, I'm that same bitch)
You and me were best friends but I'm the one you talk about?
I showed love to everybody before I walked about
the parties the club the function
I leave you bring up discussions on who I'm fucking
You and me were best friends we talked about abortions
As little girls hair braided on the same porches
We promised each other we would share the same losses
Ya baby daddy passed we share the same losses
It was you and me hoe getting c-notes
bell hoppers to the death while Irish hoes deep throat
Yeah it's beef in the air and why she know
If anybody do she know how we flow
Miami bitches you know how we go
Nice entourage lock mints wonder bras
Sit in the club I miss how it was
You know it's really funny how the tables turn
I moved forward and thank God for the lessons learned
I used to strip clubs as a stepping stone
Hit the stage got paid it wasn't my second home
Ask somebody Trina been the shit on the streets
Roll wrap late nights been the shit on the beach
Brought blue baby jeans just to shit on the ?
Keep tall body guys just to sit underneath
Sit back pop bottle ya'll sit on ya'll feet
Screaming my name tryna get in V.I.P
I don't own the club boo
I'm just showing love too
But every time I see ya face I think of me and you
It's disappointing that you fell off well not fell off
I just can't accept you not being well off
It wouldn't be me if I didn't tell all
let me put my left foot in the game now
put my right foot in the game now
let me show y'all what I'm workin wit
time to slide to the dance floor
hair do nails done thats us
new car paper tags thats us
new gear hot shit thats us
keep niggas like thats us
where my get money honeys at right here
where my iced out bitches at right here
where my gold gettin bitches at right here
where my silver spoon women at right here
you the shit girl let that nigga know
the rent due girl let that nigga know
enjoyin yourself let that nigga know
the sex good girl let that nigga know
hold up y'all its my turn now
hold up y'all its our turn now
its our turn now its our turn now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
blow up show up
you a hatin ass bitch so what
im the baddest bitch sure nuff
they know my clique so tough
you wanna do what hold up
switch up flows
drop tops 6 fo's
keep up with me I'm on the west coast
I get love from the bloods & crypts they love the hips
hottest shit in the south they love the hip
me trick brick duece mobb c-o get loose
slip & slide here forever stop askin
I step out & camera's start flashin
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
let me put the cris in the game now
let me put the crypt in the game now
let me pop the x in the game
let me show y'all what I'm workin wit
y'all niggas wanna fuck wit ross
point 'em out who really wanna touch the boss
I ride around all the time no tints on the benz
cell phone flipped out lookin sick on the rims now
name a nigga who could fuck wit me
name a nigga who could flow wit me
east to west coast I'm the best wit toast
attack ta blow I'm aimin at your neck & throat
now naked hoes givin neck for dope
ba gets and roes and the lex and glow
im a killa y'all niggas I'm the best you know
rick ross god damn I'm the next to blow now
smoke pounds bricks broke down its your times
spit 4 rounds go get your hoe now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
I told y'all ass to get down now
If I give it to you daddy would you throw it back
Throw it back, throw-throw it back
If I give it to you daddy would you throw it back
Throw it back, throw-throw it back
If I give it to you, you gotta throw it back
Gimme the cheese and the keys to yo' Maybach
You wanna - touch for free, I don't play dat
And if your money ain't right, nigga stay back
You better think twice, I like pink ice
Louis Vuitton boots with the mink tights
I ain't no cheap, chick you gotta throw it back
We gotta go to the mall boy and blow some stacks - aowwww!
And I ain't no golddigger
But you fin' to pay for this car note nigga
You gotta pay to play, e'rybody ain't able
Damn, be a man, bring somethin to the table
Give it to me, let me see you drop it fast
Girl we could go to Phipps {?} and get to poppin tags
Or we could ball through the mall, tear shoppin bags
And take you straight to the tail so I could chop that ass
Uhh, you wanna ride, we could swerve in the Vette
I'll fuck you from the back done pinched yo' nerve and yo' neck
That pussy so good you deserve you a check
You want that ice on your hands with the birds 'round your neck
Uhh, but I ain't no trickin nigga
I'm a trap cook crack up in the kitchen nigga
But I will lay pipe 'til that coochie dead
Nigga squirtin on curtains and Gucci spreads
I need a, sugar daddy baller
That go to Belle Harbor and tear the mall up
Uhh, I need a D to call up
To break me off and tear these sugar walls up
Heidi Floess is what they call her
I'm on the private jet and I'm alcoholed up
Miss Trina, a star is born
Spoiled and rich, a ghetto Kelly Osbourne
You know I'm in demand, you see me in Japan
I'm leanin on your man, my jeans worth a grand
I'm still the baddest and you knowin that
And if I, give it to you would you throw it back?
Give it to me
Ay Rero, what's happening? Look out da window
See that fucked nigga riding down the street in that Jag
Yeah, yeah what about him?
That's da lick right there, so what you sayin'?
I can get his bread, take all his dough
Then bitch go head what you waiting for?
The right time I'm a get it all I'm telling ya
This ain't no bullshit I'm selling ya
Straight off the boat, good dope I'm telling ya
Nigga no joke if you revoke, I'm bailin' ya
If shit get to hot I'm Makavalian ya
Is you down for da plot?
Now you know I ain't failin' ya but any tricks bitch
With the flame I'm sweatin' ya 'cause you're a slick bitch
I can see the Hell in ya, I'm tellin' ya no games
Nah nigga, straight up we can split da weight up fifty, fifty
60-40, deal? Yeah, you sure, damn real that's still 6 digits
So what da nigga name, Stingy, he pack plenty
He got any friends, not so many he hang with one man
He got a name? Lock toting gun man, you heard of him?
Nah, but I know just the nigga to murder him
The ex-con I know named Bong, psycho Vietnam
Vet who owe me a bet, when you wanna set it up?
Now nigga, I know where he at right now nigga
Well shit, hand me the phone, Bong, Bong
What up nigga? It's on, where it's at?
I've been waiting for this type of lick
Enough of that shit, let's do something quick
Rapper, go and shoot something, it's time to get paid
Well,bitch call him and see where he at
Nigga, I told you I knew where the nigga was at right now
Nigga, you think I'm playin' give me the phone
Hold up, hold up be quiet
Hello, what's up boo? What's happening?
Nothing, I was just thinkin' 'bout you
I wanted to know if I could come see you tonight
What you think? You ain't even have to ask me no shit like that
Hold on baby, let me see who this is on the other line
What up nigga let's go get that fill, yey, what up Pull? Cowboy
Hold on Pull, I got this bitch on the other line
Damn nigga, what the fuck you had me on hold for so long?
Who the fuck you think I am En Vogue, nigga?
So what you gon' let me come through or what?
Damn, it ain't gotta be all of that someone out there
Come through about 8, shit, alright I'll see you when I get there
What'cha say, yo? I got a bad ass bitch on the way yo
Who dat? A bitch named Trina, I met her at the mall
Ya should've seen her, hold up, red hoe push a beamer
Oh nigga, you know the hoe, yeah, that hoe'll set you up boy
She all for it, I could never fall for it
Nah, never say never yo, she a little cover hoe
Set niggaz up for they cheddar, yo but I'm a lot better though
Boy I'm tellin' ya, she'll wet niggaz up with what the pussy
Nigga, I ain't stupid over no harmless hoe
You ain't listening yo, she bustin' more than nuts
Besides you barely know that slut
What don't think she know about the blow and the blow
And the G's and the G's and the shit from overseas
Well, if it come down to that, then I'm a squeeze
And since you feel like that, I'll keep the pistol
With the bitch on her knees, I'm still coming over there
Whatever yo she with that freak shit
I ain't on that creep shit, I'm coming to peep shit
Oh, nigga where you at? I'm down the street shit
Hold on Pull, I think that's the bitch at the door there, who dat?
It's me nigga, hold on, damn what the fuck took you so long?
What you was out a town or something? It's all good though
As long as you brought that phat ass with ya
Close the door, close the door, hold up
Money over err thang thats my attitude still the baddest bitch in the game thats my attitude talk to ya man wen i get ready thats my attitude have him blowing stacks ain peti thats my attitude (yea) thats my attitude (yea)thats my attitude and i feel like im the shit thats my attitude (yea) thats my attitude thats my attitude i feel like i run this shit thats my attitude
Money over every thang im all about my change im still rich still the baddest bitch in the game fuck this hoe that hoe all them bitches lame and ain gotta say it you already kno the names see im still running over bitches still fucking over nigga your husband and your boyfriend i dont see nun them niggas i roll wit ceo and stars fuck them niggas while you be riding around town with the brokes nigga im filthy rich my money talk alot shit i dont hear you hoes here let me turn it down a bit i feel like im the shit i feel i run this shit im bout to marry my money im so in love wit it yea
Money over err thang thats my attitude still the baddest bitch in the game thats my attitude talk to ya man wen i get ready thats my attitude have him blowing stacks ain peti thats my attitude (yea) thats my attitude (yea)thats my attitude and i feel like im the shit thats my attitude (yea) thats my attitude thats my attitude i feel like i run this shit thats my attitude
Gon and do ya thang shawty nawl ain mad at chu but you can fuck wit im mo better than you my waiste skinny my ass mo fatter than you sorry fa being conceited thats jus my attitude get on my level hoe you aint on my latitude i got plenty cribs no tellin where i travel to you thank you livin good i gotta view condo on south beach beach vila and malibu hate to brag but i gotta hundred in that new louie bag pull up in the bens wit the paper tags i got paper swag them niggas yellin shawty bad them hoes mad cause i got every thang they wish they had yea
Money over err thang thats my attitude still the baddest bitch in the game thats my attitude talk to ya man wen i get ready thats my attitude have him blowing stacks ain peti thats my attitude (yea) thats my attitude (yea)thats my attitude and i feel like im the shit thats my attitude (yea) thats my attitude thats my attitude i feel like i run this shit thats my attitude
m-o-e thats the shit that im on if you aint got no money take yo broke ass home you talkin a couple hundred better leave me alone need diamonds and black cars save ya dollars fa the shauns (come on) im on a paper chase my man paper straight he took me to his house welcome to the safe oh my god he made it hard to keep of straight face i got em on his knees tellin me how good it taste you bitches hella fake im gettin hella cake like im the birthday girl its time to celebrate im so paid lookin sharp in my louie shades i put these bitches in they play thats my attitude.
Woooooooooo! C'mon, uhh
Clap! One, two, three and to the fo'
Girl drop ya body, break it down to the flo', whoa
(Cool and Dre, y'all did it again, uh)
Get naughty, go hisp' a lil' mo (wooooo, whattup Dre?)
Go, grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (listen)
Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (I see you Cali)
Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (uh)
Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (uh)
Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (uh)
I don't know what you've been told
But I'm back bitches, yep I'm back niggaz
Yeah I'm hearin rumors that my house foreclosed
So I, pack a bag and build a crib with mo' - woo!
Mo' rooms with mo' space - you like dat?
Mo' shoes it's okay - go buy dat
I been settin trends befo' this rap shit
And I been gettin bread befo' "You don't know Nann bitch"
Uhh, now it's so fine, you know I'm
always into somethin sittin on some crispy chrome right
Twenty-fo's like a strobe light
Your girl Trina got a Ninja that can go the whole night
(vrooooooooom) Uhh, you hear that sound?
That's the Bentley GT Coupe, stare that down
Doin a buck fifty, shift the gear back down
On my way to free{?}, I'm fin' to tear that down, now
One, two, three and to the fo'
Girl drop ya body, break it down to the flo', whoa
Get naughty, go hisp' a lil' mo
Go, grab somebody shake ya ass some mo'
Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo'
Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo'
Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo'
Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo'
I know you like the way it's goin down tonight
The DJ's in the groove and shit it sounds so right
Hold up, it's amazin, so so contagious
I'm so, impatient, my body's on fire
So, stop your pacin, don't, keep me waitin
Homey grab my waist, set my body on fire
I don't need to drink just to get loose
All it takes a big WOO and guess who?
I'ma stay wit'cha
We can do it all night, I ain't playin wit'cha
Your girl got it bad, got to work it out
Put you on your back, it's a fact, yeah I could turn you out
Now - roll it up, we could burn it out
Get your stamina up, c'mon, lemme hear you count - woo!
Motherfuckers love the way I swing my ass up
And bitches hate to see me when I tip my glass up
But I don't give a fuck I'm up in V.I.P.
Drunk off V.S.O.P., you know how we stunt
Take the "Diamond Princess" for play play
I'll do you worser than they did that dumb bitch on "Dre Day"
Uhh, the West coast call me YAY-YAYYY
I'm from Miami, Dade where they sip the ye-ye
Uhh, Trina, best believe I
keep a rubber band full of hundreds in between I
hit the scene with a million dollar dream I
triple the scene, covers of the magazines fly
Overseas ride in the limousine, try
shittin on me I'll put yo' ass to sleep, try
findin a bitch that can go harder than me, why
Green means go
Yellow means slow
Red means stop
Now drop now roll
Girl you got a ass
Stopping traffic like a red
Green means go
Yellow means slow
Red means stop
Now drop to the flo
Girl you got a ass
Stopping traffic like a red
I see the boys break they necks when i walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond princess running 3.0.5
I still don't see nae hoe
And me I pimp niggas
Cant you tell by the Juelz my nigga
Ya whole career is worth one of them diamonds in my ear
And if you don't eat pussy
Get the fuck out of here
They will call you to the telly and set yo ass up
Ill call the jack boyz
Come through masked up
And all my girls in the club working fa a dub
Work that pole and let them hoes know wats sup ummmm
Green means go
Yellow means slow
Red means stop
Now drop now roll
Girl you got a ass
Stopping traffic like a red
Green means go
Yellow means slow
Red means stop
Now drop to the flo
Girl you got a ass
Stopping traffic like a red
Addicted to the glamour life
But the gutter runs through my veins
That be little Mrs. Trina I'm off the chain
You name it I done it I did it I lived it I seen it
I ride fa my die fa my lie fa my bitches
T.R.I.N.A y they wanna hate I
Maybe cause I'm ballin like a young A I
Or maybe cause I'm ballin like Jim Jones fly high
I don't want coca money
I want Opra money
Vida loca money
You can keep that poker money
Once they taste this
They hucked like bases
And me im at the bar on patron with no chasers
Green means go
Yellow means slow
Red means stop
Now drop now roll
Girl you got a ass
Stopping traffic like a red
Green means go
Yellow means slow
Red means stop
Now drop to the flo
Girl you got a ass
Da bitch is back
i say da bitch is back
yeah da bitch is back
(i got da keys i'm fen to drive come on let's ride)
Back seat Phantom
Dark tints rolled down
didn't want to see her, look at me now
say she couldn't rap but i'm still here standing
da baddest bitch is what the f**k they yellin
she's not real
that one's fake
i step in da booth kill a track one take
Trina wont break I'm so heavy weight
Look at the map, i'm from the gun shape state
Don't na bitch want it
Bitch tighten up
Only bitch wit a deal
Slip n slide what
Swam across the Atlantic, back stroked back
Just mark my words Imma take that back
Gon burn dese charts
Stack every lock
Gon grace every cover
dis bitch here hot
To give you all a lesson
let me put it on the dresser
where i put my damn shoes i will not lose
yaw gon learn to respect the queen, yesterday it was all a dream (2x)
i'm still da baddest bitch ah (2x)
ain’t another, im the baddest bitch
damn right im the baddest bitch
It was all a dream
Think it should be gone like that
Wake up this ain’t a dream
Your worse nightmare'z back
B-A-D. bitch bad to the bone
Home wrecker number 1
And queen of ring tones
Now observe the persona
F**k your feedback
Im equivalent to nuttin
You cuts lab rats
Experimentin MySpace
Fishin for a hit
ma picture price gon double when they drop this shit
Sky box panel break through all doors
Im hurricane Katrina when it rains it pours
Takin no pity trampedin ova bitches
Niggas can get it too
i aint no where near thru
Hood that’s how you want
Good cuz imma get it
Since I heard a motherf**ka say the sky is the limit
Yea I know you want
Yea cuz imma give it
Since I heard a mother f**ka say the sky is the limit
Im out
yaw gon learn to respect the queen yesterday it was all a dream (2x)
i'm still da baddest bitch ah (2x)
ain’t another, im the baddest bitch
damn right im the baddest bitch
YUP! (yup)
itz da baddest bitch
hahahaha
i kno bitches aint hatin, lemme find out
yaw gon learn to respect da queen
yesterday it wuz all a dream (2x)
i'm still da baddest bitch ah (2x)
ain’t another, im the baddest bitch
damn right im the baddest bitch
da bitch is back
i said da bitch is back
da bitch is back
i said da bitch is back
Yep Yep
Im Back
Slip and Slide records
Yea Yea Yea (hahahaha)
Im single again, back on the prow
I Thought it was perfect, I dont know how
Im single again, back on the prow
I Thought it was perfect, I dont know how
Im single again
You know how they do, how they act
See you wit another man and they want you back
(Whoo Whoo) My ass still fat
(Whoo Whoo) they still
checkin for me, and never wiil you find another bitch like me, and I dont care what your
friends say, what we had was like Jay and Beyonce.
Or was it all a dream.
Back seat in the phantom sippin that lean.
We party like rock stars, we sex like porn stars, ill take you a million bars.
Stop callin me apologizin, dont even start it
If you find what you lookin for
Back on the market
Lets agree to disagree, dont explain shit to me
I got my own money, theres nobody I need I need I need my own space
Im single agian, Who's who im minglin wit
Ball players center seats to the game
Ring side still doin my thing
Change my number, Switch my cars up
Six months wit ya match my cars up
It all started so promisin
Got my own diamonds so i gave him back the promise ring
Hold up.
Wait a got damn minute
It aint ova til I say we finish (we finish)
Til Get my half, then I sit back, relax
and just laugh (hahahaha)
At the times we shared, like flyin ova B-More, high in the G-4,
smokin on cali bud thats how a real G show a bitch cali love (cali love)
Sex in the Cot pit, no love I was jus another object (object).
You fell in love wit my ass
King magazine you fell in love wit my ass (my ass)
20 G's in the prada bag (prada bag)
And im bout to ball out
Had to get my mind right Im back in the lime light. Fellas!!!.....
Diamond Princess
Im still the baddest bitch
Hook:]
I wish I knew then what I know now I wish I could seen the end, then I wouldn't be hurting now, why am I back in the same mess again, stressed again, brain wrestling, I should known u were just like the rest of them, u, u hurt me just like the rest of them, It's cool, I'll get over u just like the rest of them, n you come back just like the rest of them, them, them
Yeah u got over this time,
But it ain't goin' be a next time,
It ain't goin' be like last time, when I took u back cause you was crying,
Cause last time u said it was your last time,
But guess what last time was your last time,
Telling me it was your last time,
Hold up
But nigga you tryin me talking bout you will die for me u looked dead at me n u lied to me,
U was chasing me, now u trying me
Oh yeah
U know who u dealing with bro,
Uh huh
I'll replace u real quick bro,
I swear 2 god, u make me sick bro
[Hook:]
I wish I knew then what I know now I wish I could seen the end then I wouldn't be hurting now, why am I back in the same mess again, stressed again, brain wrestling, I should known u were just like the the rest of them, u, u hurt me just like the rest of them, Its cool, I'll get over u just like the rest of them, and you will come back just like the rest of them them them...
The same day ya left was the same day I knew your ass would be coming right back,
Come on dog,
Look at me look at her,
C'mon on now she ain't got it like that,
Ya must of forgot who I was b4 I started dealing with u 'cause
Rapping is just what I does,
Gamin niggas is what I love,
How ya gonna leave a bread winner,
For a chicken head dinner,
I'm aqua Trina the bread winner,
I am the baddest don't get no better,
U wanna play like the rest of them,
Can't be a good boy like the rest of them
Well I'mma relieve your pressure then
an I'm a dog your ass like the rest of them
[Hook]
I wish I knew then what I know now I wish I could seen the end, then I wouldn't be hurting now, why am I back in the same mess again, stressed again, brain wrestling, I should known u were just like the the rest of them, u, u hurt me just like the rest of them, Its cool, I'll get over u just like the rest of them, and you will come back just like the rest of them, them, them...
U just don't get it huh
We are done
We are through
No more us
No more u
No more me
No more ooo,
I just got sick of your shit
N it ain't your business who I'm with
I'm single again, cause you was just like the rest of them.
[Hook]
This n*gga be just callin my phone
I be like why do u call me i never gave u my number first of all
I find it rude for you to call somebody
it's like i got ya number from your people,
some people, but i was like well i didn't give you my number so you shouldn't call my phone..
Hold on 1 sec. baby... hello?
She left you all alone, so take my body home
i'm here to make ya moan (reach out, touch me)
now feel some naked sweat bet it'll drip right down your neck, when i talk ya won't forget (reach out, touch me)
you want a hella chick lemme sign some other dick, you get the tip to lick n *ooh* (reach out, touch me)
sit back n close your eyes, don't try to take your time, it's gonna be a night
(reach out, touch me)
I say G's feel ya ass up, me up on a plasma, is there anything better you can ask for?
ain't nothin sweeter than a diva named trina
fresh to death like i live at the cleaners
i'm so sexy i could kiss myself
but why do it when i know that i could get some help
yo take my number, let it marinate, don't even wonder how i turned a winter's night into summer
ponder, in ya mind, this spot it 69,
i'll make sure you'll get yours now gimme mine
you know, holla at me, throw a thousand to a dolla at me
gucci, miss sixty, to some prada at me (reach out, touch me)
shower me with the finest things, diamond rings, tea cups, ?? and designer jeans
i got this call comin in, i'll hit ya back
be prepared to cross our lines that connect-picture that
She left you all alone, so take my body home
i'm here to make ya moan (reach out, touch me)
now feel some naked sweat bet it'll drip right down your neck, when i talk ya won't forget (reach out, touch me)
you want a hella chick lemme sign some other dick, you get the tip to lick n *ooh* (reach out, touch me)
sit back n close your eyes, don't try to take your time, it's gonna be a night
(reach out, touch me)
Can ya hear me nanna?
ya hear me better?
good, i'm ready to seva and down for whateva
i'd slid you my digits nah, come pay a visit
your no ("man-chick"), that's just ready to handle business
Ooh my bedroom moans louder than ringtones
my sexy ninja have ya shoppin at Queen's Home
My girls told me bout your line with a 3-way
But this curious cat don't wanna go off what 'she' say
so get over to room star 67
where i block the haters and a playa get a piece of heaven
lemme know when you downstairs in mike's kitchen, it's the playgirl's suite
before i change my decision
curve insturctions no disturbance when i nurse on you
off the hook in a lawn waitin in my birthday suit
no dis when i give you my hand
im about to give the limit to plan-goddamn
She left you all alone, so take my body home
i'm here to make ya moan (reach out, touch me)
now feel some naked sweat bet it'll drip right down your neck, when i talk ya won't forget (reach out, touch me)
you want a hella chick lemme sign some other dick, you get the tip to lick n *ooh* (reach out, touch me)
sit back n close your eyes, don't try to take your time, it's gonna be a night
Whoop!
Huh?
What that bitch got all that ass for?
Man pull that hoe over that bitch gotta get a ticket
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Dumps in the truck
Thighs like what?
Ain't nann hoe got more booty in the butt
Sisqo made that song when he seen me in a
THONG! TH-THONG! THONG! THONG!
I know you like the way the booty go
Like a pro
Slip him off the bed, throw him on the floor
Turn on the cameras start the freak show
This ass even make Black Rob say whoa
I got a fat ass playa nigga can't pass up
Juvenile couldn't even back this azz up
Bone don't you know lil' mama fully loaded
I got a fat ass and I know how to tote it
You wanna fuck?
Twenty g's for the nut
Keys to the mansion, keys to the truck
What? Y'all know what's up
Ain't nann hoe got more booty in the butt
Who got more ass than the average bitch?
You know it's the baddest bitch
Number ten in the face slim in the waist
Fat in the ass, do you want a taste?
Pop to the bass I'mma make ya drop
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Trina fixin' ta make ya hot
Uh me and the girls hit the club and clown
Going back to the old school, Dodo Brown
M-I-A-M-I baby
Slip 'n' Slide and I'm going crazy
Cause my shit firm and tight, just right
And if the price is right I just might
Off glass with it
Fat ass with it
Gettin' cash with it
I throw my back in it yeah
And I'mma shake what my mama gave me
Lil' mama don't play so you gotta pay me
I'm da baddest bitch you got to admit that
69 ways? You know I went that!
And I'mma shake my money maker
I'mma shake this thing like a salt shaker
Cause ain't nothing wrong with the bump and grind
When I do this thing up, jump behind
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Ride like a chuchoo train
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Lil' mama fixin' ta do this thing
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Front, back, side to side
(Whoop! Whoop!)
That's how ya slip 'n' slide
What's up lil' daddy
Trick a fat sack
Representin' for my girls with the fat back
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
feat. Qwote)
[Trina: spoken]
Hi this is trina
And I'm standing 5'2 125 pounds 34, 26, 36
Beautiful lite grey eyes, long black curly hair that
Hangs down to the middle of my back and right now I'm home alone and
I'm looking to try something new so if your listening
Why don't you leave me a message
Ha ha ha ha
[Chorus: Qwote]
Take your hands and close your eyes and picture me
Touching your thighs do you feel your body next to me
I'm in your mind but physically it feels so real when we're on the phone
The way you talk and the moan I put your body to the test it's not
A fantasy but it's phone sex
[Trina:]
What's your description I told you mine I was feeling real horny
Called the party line dude sounded so good I ain't waste
No time I'm a take my clothes off and just go for mine
The way that he was talking and describing himself I picture
Reggie bush and I ain't seeing nothing else my eyes closed tight
On the living room couch one hand up my (uummm) putting fingers
In my mouth cheating on my man I'm getting my freak on long as it ain't real
I ain't doing nothing wrong just a dirty fantasy on the
Football field me layed in the grass wanna love how it feel
Pulling on my hair biting on my lips throwing it back thrusting my hips
Pouring champagne down and he taking sweet sips got me bout to climax he took me on a trip aahhh
[Chorus:]
Take your hands and close your eyes and picture me
Touching your thighs do you feel your body next to me
I'm in your mind but physically it feels so real when we're on the phone
The way you talk and the way you moan I put your body to the test it's not
A fantasy but it's phone sex
[Trina:]
The next day I called the party line again I was looking for that voice
That's when I bumped in a thug that sounded like trick to me
You should have heard that nasty fantasy
He made me see us in a school house
I was the last student left and was bout to walk out
He said bend over and show him a shot in my private school skirt
So arroused I got hard as a mistle I blew on his whistle playing back and forth
For this nigga I can't dismiss you he asked can I kiss then I got wet
This phone bone thing is getting better than sex don't need protection everythings
Safe I even let him spank me I came on his (aahhh) I know he was so amazed
To hear me come on the phone we wasn't playing no games
We was getting it on aahhh
[Qwote:]
Do you feel me baby sexing your body touching you softly
Making you want me go head close your eyes
Put your hands on your thighs let's fantasize
From the other end of the line do you feel me baby sexing your body
Touching you softly making you want me go head close your eyes
Put your hands on your thighs let's fantasize
From the other end of the line
Take your hands and close your eyes and picture me
Touching your thighs making you horny do you feel your body next to me
I'm in your mind but physically it feels so real when we're on the phone
The way you talk and the moan I put your body to the test it's not
A fantasy but it's phone sex
[Chorus]
My bitches (2x)
I love my bitches
(repeat)
I like to get it on the pole
Get get it on the pole (2x)
She workin that shit
Get get it on the pole (3x)
Now she get money bitch
Verse 1:
I love my bitches, I love my bitches
all my bitches, we all damn bitches
from my 95 mami sippin bottles
and the strippers
we go get it
allergic to broke niggers
& if you got it, you betta flaunt it
you gotta make a nigga bad, make him really want it
and then she gotta believe that you gonna get it
I guarentee you he'll spend a little money on it
see [?] with your hundred stacks of dollars
we gon hit the mall, comin back with the prada
then we in the stores with the bag full of gifts fo me
this for my bitches,
I can show you how to get money!
[Chorus]
My bitches (2x)
I love my bitches
(repeat)
I like to get it on the pole
Get get it on the pole (2x)
She workin that shit
Get get it on the pole (3x)
Get get money bitch
Verse 2:
I love my bitches, I love my bitches
all my bitches, with all they riches
diamonds on the wristes
pose up for the pictures
hair and nails did,
and the heels so vicious
gotta get the dough, gotta gotta get the dough
it dont matter how you get it
girl you get it and you go
when you close to hit it, you betta let a nigga know
throw up your middle fingers if you killin them other hoes
see I dont know why all them hoes tell all them lies
all that big talk they barely gettin by
I'm rollin with 20 bitches so we lookin hella fly
now get money bitches,
We all certified.
[Chorus]
My bitches (2x)
I love my bitches
(repeat)
I like to get it on the pole
Get get it on the pole (2x)
She workin that shit
Get get it on the pole (3x)
Get get money bitch
Verse 3:
Now ask your ex nigga what he want from me,
cause being broke as a joke aint funny.
We drink nuvo, and pop bubbly
the life of a boss bitch, so lovely
I got the car keys now he think he gon fuck me
nigga please you aint neva gon touch me!
my bitches, get money
fuck niggas, get money.
[Chorus]
My bitches (2x)
I love my bitches
(repeat)
I like to get it on the pole
Get get it on the pole (2x)
She workin that shit
Get get it on the pole (3x)
Featuring: Shonie
Ja-Ja-Ja-Ja-JR
Shonie (Chorus)
I'll be your undercover lady,
I'ma let lose so baby come and take me,
We could keep it on the hush,
We can do sumthin',
Can't say nothin',
Champagne bubblin',
Backseat lovin',
Ain't no need to come face me,
I've got the goods to have you goin' krazy,
We can keep it on the hush,
We can do sumthin',
Can't say nothin',
Champagne bubblin',
Backseat lovin',
Yeah
Trina (Verse 1)
Yeah, I ain't neva played numba 2,
But sumthin' bout the way i'm feeling you,
It's unexplainable,
It's kinda critical,
I feel bad that i'm undacova luvin' you,
Love, naw, just infactuated,
And I bet your girl hate it cause she always demonstrate it,
Why she be lookin' all made and shit,
When she should be the one all glad she gettin' it,
Alla that attention,
Standin' at atention,
How can a girl like me get attention,
I won't talk,
I'll just lay back and listen,
For some strange reason I think you got what i've been missin',
I ain't lyin' i'll be late-night wishin',
We'll be playing Twister, get in EVERY position,
You out fishin', i'm the bait you the hook,
Or we can role-play i'm the tele you the cook,
Yeah
Shonie (Chorus)
I'll be your undercover lady,
I'ma let loseso baby come and take me,
We could keep it on the hush,
We can do sumthin',
Can't say nothin',
Champagne bubblin',
Backseat lovin',
Ain't no need to come face me,
I've got the goods to have you goin' crazy,
We can keep it on the hush,
We can do sumthin',
Can't say nothin',
Champagne bubblin',
Backseat lovin',
Yeah
Trina (Verse 2)
Can't say nuttin',
Not a word,
The last thing I wanna here is what someone heard,
I'm trustin' you to keep this secret in your pocket,
Can't let knowbody know how I pop, lock, & drop it,
On your ROCKET,
When you sock it,
Push hard, don't hold back baby pop it,
I can call you on my numba, i'm a plock-it,
Don't need no confrontations, tell your baby-mama Stop It!
Cause i'm grown, and you grown,
Let's get together get caught up in the zone,
Since both of us single we can surely get it on,
We can get loose do-it baby till the crack of dawn,
So tell the truth, I;m sure you wanna hear me moan,
We can get busy on my video phone,
You out fishin', i'm the bait you the hook,
Or we can role-play i'm the tele you the cook,
Yeah
Shonie (Chorus)
I'll be your undercover lady,
I'ma let lose so baby come and take me,
We could keep it on the hush,
We can do sumthin',
Can't say nothin',
Champagne bubblin',
Backseat lovin',
Ain't no need to come face me,
I've got the goods to have you goin' crazy,
We can keep it on the hush,
We can do sumthin',
Can't say nothin',
Champagne bubblin',
Backseat lovin',
Yeah
Trina (Verse 3)
So tell me what you think, think you can roll wit me,
Creapin' on the low, late-night sneakin', come and get me,
Can't get your feelins' in,
That's the wrong move,
Gotta play it by ear, keep it real cool,
I can be your get-away, when you wanna get away,
Step into my PRIVATE spa, let me help you get away,
No aggrivation, we don't need to fuss,
We'll be on another planet, it'l all be bout us,
Keep it on the hush, our private crush,
though we sneakin' round we been den paint alotta trust,
It's so funny how, we feelin' one another,
When we in public how we know we secret lovers,
Don't forget the purpose, i'm ready for tonight,
For you to rub my body good, make love to me right,
You out fishin', i'm the bait you the hook,
Or we can role-play i'm the tele you the cook,
Yeah
Shonie (Chorus)
I'll be your undercover lady,
I'ma let lose so baby come and take me,
We could keep it on the hush,
We can do sumthin',
Can't say nothin',
Champagne bubblin',
Backseat lovin',
Ain't no need to come face me,
I've got the goods to have you goin' crazy,
We can keep it on the hush,
We can do sumthin',
Can't say nothin',
Champagne bubblin',
Backseat lovin',
What time ya'll?? Ball off tha chain
You off tha chain wit it,
you do your thang wit it
tha way you talk, tha way you walkin
girl you slang wit it
You on tha road lil' momma
Outta control lil' momma
never know dis b'4, but damn you swole lil momma
Like I said before, you don't nann hoe
who off tha chain like me, you understand hoe?
I got tha niggas at me, I got tha bitches at me
At the shows dyke hoes blowin kisses at me
Slow your roll hoe, Lil' Momma strictly dick
I'm the bitch that got you lame hoes poppin shit
I'm off tha glass, got these niggas trickin 20 G's
Lil' Momma gettin' plenty g's and I got 'em hollerin
Ain't no secret baby
you know lil' momma shinin'
BB studded, diamond's got these big ballers whinin'
You know lil' momma play
Nigga let them g's loose
Or rob that bank playboy
peel them g's loose
you know lil' momma baddest bitch on tha south coast
i got these buck niggas trickin' of their house note
cuz i'm off tha glass wit it
I'm gettin' cash with it
Pretty face, slim waist, phat ass wit it
You off tha chain wit it, ha, off tha chain wit it,
off tha chain wit it
See i can tell by your smile,
Girl you got your freak game on,
got on these strap up heels, and your P thangs on
You got your hair all done
somebody ta watch your son
you off tha chain wit it
you slang your than you makin change wit it
for a lil cash
for a lil ass
for a lil' this
for a lil that
letme make this
letme take this
letme get that
I'm down wit it
I'll be up supportin' your cause
flirtin' all week long
i'll be rememberin' your walls
Yeah I'm off tha chain wit it
I do my thang with it
Last year ya'll remember how i came wit it
uh, now i'm makin' hits again
Trinna&Trick; again
Got you hatin' hoes sick again
No panties comin' off my love is gonna cost
'Cuz ain't no way that you gone get up in this for free
New Trina!
Look Boo, what the deals? You got my cash, so you stick it in here?
I know you be packin' the steel but I can't suck your dick
And get my lipstick smeared fuck nigga don't be grabbin' my braids
You got some cash?
Then I'm easily persuaded taste ass these un-sauteed
See I be cummin' all night and all day Miss Trina, sim seema
Fuck a beamer got me Benz and some rims
Tinted windows and some tens I'll tell you time again
I'm fine enough to fuck your mans look here Slim
I swerve to South Beach let me speak
'Fore you fuck me you gone treat? And put some Santinees'
On my feet take me to the beach now crawl up in my wall real deep
No panties comin' off my love is gonna cost
'Cuz ain't no way that you gone get up in this for free
No panties comin' off my love is gonna cost
'Cuz ain't no way that you gone get up in this for free
New Trina!
Bitch you ain't gotta like me oh you his wifey?
I think ya man like me he had me in the car
With his hands on my bra breathin' in my face sayin'
(Trina!)
I ain't tryin' to disrespect I'm just tryin' to keep ya in check
See I ain't done yet shit, I'm the type of bitch
Break up happy homes like Trick slow mo easy Joe ya so and so
I'm a super woman ask Mo
(You know)
The way I ride wood, super good too good and if your man
Won't you're daddy would bitch understood Slip N Slide, Miss Trina
Did sold out the arena I'm a dead ringer three fingers
Dig deeper all up in my gut nigga what?
No panties comin' off my love is gonna cost
'Cuz ain't no way that you gone get up in this for free
No panties comin' off my love is gonna cost
'Cuz ain't no way that you gone get up in this for free
Hey nigga whats the word?
Watch my hips don't you like these curves?
I want a crib in the deep suburbs two dogs and a mockingbird
Versace spread on my water bed now give me some head
Give me some head Miss Trina like to skits on red
And I'm the first to say it I'm the baddest bitch
No panties comin' off my love is gonna cost
'Cuz ain't no way that you gone get up in this for free
No panties comin' off my love is gonna cost
'Cuz ain't no way that you gone get up in this for free
Get involved with a nigga
Slob on a nigga
Take all his dough and then I dodge a nigga
Cuz I'm a nasty bitch, I leave a nigga dead broke
Snatch ya bread and cop a brand new coat
I'm da jazzy type
And I'll only let you eat it if you ask me right
My coochie mad tight
Well more juice than a grape when you peel the skin
But yo ain't no fun if your tongue ain't in
WHOO now this is where the madness start
So nigga fuck me with your tongue til ya lick my heart
I gotta body like a coke bottle watch me walk
So nigga work your mouth and don't talk
Whoa like gay
Must say
I dont sweat
No tired ass nigga I sign my own check
I'm the Diamond Princess duthces of all broads
Pussy stay tighter and wetter that all ya'lls
You nasty bitch you nasty (Uh huh)
You nasty bitch you nasty (UUUH huh)
You nasty bitch you nasty (What)
Trina you so nasty
You nasty bitch you nasty (Uh huh)
You nasty bitch you nasty (UUUH huh)
You nasty bitch you nasty (What)
Trina why you so dirty
Uh! Phat back wit a real slim waist (What's wrong)
Cant talk with a pussy in ya face then
ULULULUL Keep me sprung with the tongue like
ULULULUL Make me cum til Im numb
Oh Yes! Rub my chest
Make me wet
Doggy style and do it just like a vet
And lick the sweat it taste just so sweet
When I pop my cock and make ya drop to da beat like
DU DU DU Nasty Bitch
Make a nigga sell his dick just to buy me shit
And just to keep me lookin raw Imma find his shit
And if you wit me girlfriends the shake ya hine to dis
Du du du
Back dis ass up
Du du du
Back dis ass up
Du du du
Back dis ass up
Du du du
Back dis ass up
Back dis ass up
C'mon C'mon C'mon
Broke ass nigga's can't roll with
And even rich nigga's can't get a hold
Neva back up fuck game long and strong
Coochie so good bring a pappy home
[Keri:] Baby I'm a Million (A Million)
[Trina:] Ayo Diddy
[Diddy:] Ayo Trina, I need a million dollar girl
[Trina:] (laughs)
[Diddy:] I gotchu..
[Trina:] I gotchu
[Keri:]
Baby if you want it then I got it, coz I'll be gettin' some more (Yeah yeah)
I'm a Million Dollar Girl for sure
(Uh Oh..)
I'm a Million Dollar Girl, Baby I'm a Million, A Million
Baby If I want it I got it coz I'll be gettin' some more
Coz I'm a Million Dollar Girl for sure (Uh oh)
I'm a Million dollar Girl, Baby I'm a million (A Million)
[Diddy:]
Let's Go..
[Trina:]
You know big money I get dat
Got my feet up when I kick back
Gettin major brands for my chit chat
Got Miss Keri baby on this track
What colours in this season
Think imma' tear up nemans
Miami in the mornin'
Be in Centro Bay this evenin'
I know you like my style
My million dollar smile
Hit any party red carpet
Man I shut that down
Don't hate just go get yours
No excuses no more
I just dropped another hit
Coz I'm that million dollar chick
[Keri:]
Baby if you want it then I got it, coz I'll be gettin' some more (Yeah yeah)
I'm a Million Dollar Girl for sure
(Uh Oh..)
I'm a Million Dollar Girl, Baby I'm a Million, a Million
Baby If I want it I got it coz I'll be gettin' some more
Coz I'm a Million Dollar Girl for sure (Uh oh)
I'm a Million dollar Girl, Baby I'm a million (A Million)
[Diddy:]
I'm off in another world
So far out this atmosphere
I could throw a hundred million
Out the cockpit of my layer
That's dirty money (Uh uh)
You starving hungry (That's right..)
I got a million in singles
Take it all off, shake it for me
No renting
My millions hydro-planed
And I'm done with sandro-playin'
In my lambo ice coat painted
I'm richer than all the riches in the world
You ain't no could be and I ain't tryna buy you
I'm tryna slide you, up out that Gucci
[Keri:]
Baby if you want it then I got it, coz I'll be gettin' some more (Yeah yeah)
I'm a Million Dollar Girl for sure
(Uh Oh..)
I'm a Million Dollar Girl, Baby I'm a Million, a Million
Baby If I want it I got it coz I'll be gettin' some more
Coz I'm a Million Dollar Girl for sure (Uh oh)
I'm a Million dollar Girl, Baby I'm a million (A Million)
[Trina:]
He shower me in diamonds
I vacation for months
Penthouse at the Trump
In Las Vegas I'm Lady Love
Million dollar smell
I know I got chu feenin'
These shades are YSL
These heels ain't out till next season
I'm in that pink ferrari
I got a thing for porsches
I like my men like my cars
Strong and built like horses
Glass of Chardonnay
I'm far from aver-age
Rich and lavish
That's why I am the baddest bitch
[Keri:]
Baby if you want it then I got it, coz I'll be gettin' some more (Yeah yeah)
I'm a Million Dollar Girl for sure
(Uh Oh..)
I'm a Million Dollar Girl, Baby I'm a Million, a Million
Baby If I want it I got it coz I'll be gettin' some more
Coz I'm a Million Dollar Girl for sure (Uh oh)
Mama I wanna thank you
For sharing your blessings upon me
Taking time to understand the lady I wanna be
Yes mama
Mama I wanna thank you
For sharing your blessings upon me
Taking time to understand the lady I wanna be
This cold world had me num the pain like novacaine
Till mama sat me down unfold the gate
Showed me the straight path through the narrow lane
Sunshine after rain the joy of pain
Mama you raised a good girl dont worry
You used to say take it slow trina dont hurry
Use to tuck me in with the bedtime story
Now I grown up and you still there for me
My shoulder to lean on
You kept my dreams goin
I owe it all to you me now I got the green flowing
And im gon always be yo baby
And I cant never repay you for all the things that you gave me
You raised me to be a lady
And you scoot me to the game so them niggas couldnt play me
You was more than a mother you was a friend
The greatest love of all comes from within
I know ill never kknow love like this again
And beneath my wings you was the wind
I love you like none other
Cause you can only live your whole life but only get one mother
Being there for me through the thick and thin
More than a mother your my best friend
Look within and take yo place
Sometimes I wanna run to ya
Through the ups and downs I know I can still come to ya
I think bout the things I done to ya
But through all the drama I know I'm still number one to ya
Uh, look at how far you brought me
All the things you have taught me
Money couldnt bought me
You never wanted us to make the same mistakes
When the game got high and they raised the stakes
You was still in my corner to press the brace
Till I'm ready in yo arms you kept me safe
Through the thick and thin im gon be there for ya
I say a prayer for ya
Lord knows I care for ya
Through hard times we got strong or mother to daughter
When I was weak you was my bridge over trouble water
Can't nobody replace you
I'm forever faithful
For you mama im grateful
Your baby girl is a reflection of you
I thank the lord up above cause he blessed me with you, uh
I love you like none other
Cause you can live your whole life but you can only get one mother
(yes mama)
mama I wanna thank you
For sharing your blessings upon me (oh mama)
Taking time to understand
Yeah, Look here Trina
Look me and you we been friends for a minutes, but you know how we get down.
Late nights you know how we do.
We go our seperate ways, but lately I been feelin kinda different like me catchin feelings for you.
You know when you call me daddy, and all that.
When you comb my hair? For real..
I never knew that I would fall so deep in love with her homie, lover, friend, we were just passionate.
Now you got me feenin for more.
When other niggas used to call you after midnight it never bothered me.
Girl we was only friends right so why does it hurt more and more ?
Girl I get excited whenever you call my phone.
I got a special ringer everytime my phone rings it goes,..
" I can't leave you alone,"
You got me feening, feenin, feenin.
So baby I`m pleading for you to bring your body home to me and let me lay you down.
Girl bring your body home to daddy
Girl I love it when you call me daddy.
Baby you're my sexy lil mama
Slip in my bedroom girl, and we can get it on.
Girl bring your body home to daddy
Girl I love it when you call me daddy.
Baby you're my sexy lil mama
Slip in my bedroom girl, and we can get it on.
I`m tired of the fightin, the fussin, and cussin late night discussions
Of who you think I`m fuckin.
You puttin me on guilt trips like I can't see
You storin his name for hers in your caller ID.
Look, I`m a queen the don diva
We should just free in the lime green Selene 2 seater
You & me.
My top down, and Yes my hairs blowin
Flashbacks of you & me got me moanin,
But who you lovin who you want to be huggin ?
I seen her in your 600, and you claim its your cousin.
Look, I know we agreed to see other people,
But those feelings were shallow like my langurae see-through.
We both play this game unfaithfully
See me with the next man and now you want to play with me.
Yo, I`m confused, but I still want to proceed
Without you I`m incomplete you make me so weak
I love it when you say..
Girl bring your body home to daddy
Girl I love it when you call me daddy.
Baby you're my sexy lil mama
Slip in my bedroom girl, and we can get it on.
Girl bring your body home to daddy
Girl I love it when you call me daddy.
Baby you're my sexy lil mama
Slip in my bedroom girl, and we can get it on.
I remember late nights when we would just kiss.
I remember wearin them girtles & when we would take them trips,
And I remember that we said it would never come to this.
Never let something come between our relationship.
Now how can I leave you to be with someone else?
Without finding out how you truely felt.
All them riding on horses and creeping and abortions,
The thoughts of marriage - all white - playin organs.
Started from the rough sex on the deck of the yacht.
Followed by the Don Perion then the caneri watch.
All them shoes from Italy it was cool,
Even the Villa in Sicily, but it wasn't me.
But I should have made it crystal clear that I didn't really care
Whether you was dead broke or you was a millionaire,
From our first date to our anniversary,
My thoughts changed of leaving when I heard you say to me..
Girl bring your body home to daddy
Girl I love it when you call me daddy.
Baby you're my sexy lil mama
Slip in my bedroom girl, and we can get it on.
Girl bring your body home to daddy
Girl I love it when you call me daddy.
Baby you're my sexy lil mama
Naw nigga get the fucc out my face
Lame ass nigga I don't know you nigga
Get the fucc outta here don't be standing close to me
Get the fucc over I don't want no drink
I buy my own bottle ill buy you a bottle too
Broke ass nigga get the fucc outta here
You a lame small watch ity bity chain
You a lame running round thinking you the man
Yous a lame miss me with that weak ass game
Yous a lame you so lame
Nigga you a lame always talking bout yo bread
You a lame nigga probably workin wit the feds
Yous a lame u aint really got no change
Yous a lame you so lame nigga yous a lame
Who you think your fooling boy I know your lame
Cant even see the cross is that your baby chain
Think your spittin game, my ears catchin pain
Your trap bumpin hard why your shoes don't have a name
Gingivitis breath cuz u talking shit
I know everytime you lyin cuz u grab yo dicc
That's a fuccin rental you jus threw on tints
You fucc that ugly girl why you don't claim yo chicc
Thought you slangin briccs you aint Hercules
Them lil nickel bags you more like mini me's
You jus offending me caused me a tragedy
U fix your thoughts theres a chance youll be fuccin me
No I don't want yo number
No I don't wanna give you mine
And no I don't wanna meet you no where
No I don't want none of your time
Yous a snitchin ass nigga
Soft get robbed pussy pie ass nigga
Booty d borrow your brother clothes broke nigga
Standin at the crap games you lookin ass nigga
Sittin shot gun dick ridin slub ass nigga
Always where you at when you call ass nigga
You ring my phone bacc to bacc tired ass nigga
You cant keep a job on the corner ass nigga
Bond out of jail and then you bac again ass nigga
Livin witcho mama cheap petty ass nigga
Running outta gas all the time ass nigga
Always wanna borrow a few dollas ass nigga
Ol boppin ass nigga
These fucc niggas lame they swear they makin bread
You wanna talk to who bitch you can gimme head
Head the other way make a you turn
Cuz ima big spender ima make yo pockets burn
Ask round the firm and i run the firms
Motivation seminars so my bitches learn
We don't fucc wit lames cuz we bad bitches
Let em know first quarter that we bout them riches
Givem tender kisses hell be blowed away
Especially wen he see how much he gone have to pay
A high maintence bitch like kimora lee
O another bad bitch who Victoria B
I see you lame ass nigga
Im bout to start exposin u niggas
Start callin niggas names bitch ass niggas
Yal niggas don't wanna fucc wit me straight up
Im bouts to pop off on n e mutha fucka that want it they can get it
Get the fucc outta here
Lame ass niggas fucc yal lame ass bitches too
Shut the fucc up succ a dicc bithces
Kandi girl (kandi girl)
You are my world (you are my world)
You look so sweet
You're a special treat
Kan-di girl
You are my world (my world)
You look so sweet
You're a special treat
Wow ta dow watch out now
It's lil' Briana no I'm not Bow Wow
I'm that candy girl that lil' Miami girl
Sweet like cinnamon with the candy swirl
I'm like sugar and spice
My flow so nice
Colorful ice like rainbow bright
I'm that candy girl sweet like a life savor
Got more flavors than a pack of Now or Laters
Ten years old the baby diva
The kids at school call me baby Trina
When I step on this track it make your fingers snap
And do the peanut butter jelly with the baseball bat
I taste like candy a candy treat
So sweet from my head down to my feet
This song's dedicated to my candy girls
The life of luxury the candy world
With candy benz's marble floors
Cartier kisses and cash galore
With candy toys candy yacht's
Candy verses and candy four dots
No it don't stop and we on the rise
To slip and slide and diva enterprise
We drop candy hits that's how we bring it
I'm a candy girl come on Stef sing it
I'm a candy girl and my flow too hot
Sweet like lollipops and gumdrops
Gummy bears Skittles and Kit Kats
I'm a young girl running this game you with that?
I got more flavors than Starburst
I keep my penny candy in my Prada purse
If I act too sassy pardon me y'all
I be playing with Barbie dolls in my carnegie hall
I'm a good good girl a candy girl
The baby Diva with the baby doll pearls
If you ain't come to party we ain't having that
Triiiiiinahhhhh!
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen!
Uh, this is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle
Oh boy!
Okay (it's your birthday) alright (it's your birthday)
(Girl you're on fire wanna hit on the first day)
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Okay (it's your birthday) alright now (it's your birthday)
(Girl you're on fire wanna hit in the worst way)
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
{Ring, ding, dong - ding-a-ding-ding-ding-dong}
Ohh! You can ride if you want to
Get it girl, you can ride if you want to, yeah
{Ring, ding, dong - ding-a-ding-ding-ding-dong}
Ohh! You can ride if you want to
Get it girl, you can ride if you want to, yeah
Now can I ride you like a soldier, and do you like your woman's 'sposed ya?
Cause it's my party tonight, I'm tryin to cum befo' it's ovah (shit)
I'm on fire, feel it burnin in my bones
Right in 20 {?} deep and Cali playin my song
It's my birthday, it's my birthday
Why did I come in this club with no panties on in the first place?
But in the worst case scenario
I'm in the middle of the danceflo', holla if you hear me though
Party's on, nigga bring bread
Look what you drivin baby to, you got some mean head
Call me supreme red, but when I fade it call me X-rated
Hump in my back, lift my rump, and then I perculate it
Ay listen, game recognizes game in the club
Ladies point him out if you see a lame in the club
Gimme, 50 Crist's and a hundred Moe's
Forget a table bring it to me on the danceflo'
I'm in this motherfucker drinkin 'bout to lose my mind
Me and Oprah made a sandwich out of Ginuwine
Yo, everybody in they birthday suits
We gon' ball 'til we fall and you can ride if you want to
Ain't tryin to hear 'bout what you don't do
So put your pimp cups and shake this booty to the ground
Keep me moanin makin funny sounds
Head...sex-sexy, arms...sexy, super flat stomach ahh perfect, hips no no we need like hips hips.
There we go okay.
Umm ass...nope not big enough, ass...nope not big enough, ass...okay yep perfect k perfect looks good.
(feat. Mystic)
[Chorus]
If U w/ me girlfriend then wave your hands
Slap a nigga wit a hundred just to show your grand
Get them niggas fuck all U can
I'm gettin' paid just to fuck a man
[Verse 1]
Im a bad ass bitch nigga
that's why yo' doe gone
and all yo' weed in the ozone
Im doing this one for my no thugs
who on no drugs
other niggas yellin' out so what, huh
Cause you could never be my only one
cause I want too much shit, want too much done
recognize who I be when you see me in the club
like a pooch in a coupe with the roof dropped down
where my real bitches at?
right here
where them niggas riches at?
right here
We treatin' niggas like rental cars doggin' em out
with no doe theres nothing we can talk about
[Chorus (Repeat 2x)]
[Verse 2]
I can tell by your eyes, love is what you feel
U wanna talk nigga, then lets discuss my bills
as you can see im an expensive bitch
who has good taste and love expensive shit
U wanna conversate well nigga I charge a fee
each additional minute, nigga I charge a fee
You short well nigga I gots to go
only ballers are tall enough to reach my goal
I know you love me but I love your huns
cause U could never be my only one
Don't trust me, broke nigga don't lust me
cause gettin' paid is a must be
and hell naw you can't fuck me
[Chorus (repeat 2x)]
[Verse 3]
2 karats in the ear
4 karats in the ring
hoes get sick when they see the bling bling
stay fuckin' wit' a thug
who would cop the 4, cop some ?
then cruize and just drop u off
want me to lock the door
im not whore
fuck nigga get your mind right or im out the door
gotta go, goota go
6 double o
im a big trouble hoe
who likes to smuggle doe
from my head to my toe
fly shit fo' sho'
want my wrist to glow
and my tips to flow
don't puff blunts
i like my B's up front
you can smoke though blow weed on my kunt
cause im a bad bitch
first round draft-pick
shaped like a coka- cola classic
get my ass licked
take a nigga for his cash quick
even take plastic, uh
[Chorus]
[Trina]
yeah I know yall niggas can say fuck them hoes
but not on this one
im doing this one for my bitches
all bitches of all bitches
and fuck them flaw bitches
okay, play wit' it
Ms Trina
new Millennium
year 2000
slip -n- slide
Featuring: Monica
You must have it twisted or have a shortage
I ain't even empty handed, I beg your pardon
If I'm departing, I'm taking everything
'Cause I'll be damned if another bitch wore your last name
Put your hands up ladies if you want it all
Put your hands up ladies if you want it all
Put your hands up ladies if you want it all
Say, I want it all, say, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all
I went looking for your phone when I shouldn't have
'Cause I found just what I was looking for
A new number says it's Kelly
Should I call it or should I just ignore?
Now I'm sittin' here wondering when you're coming home
Then I thought about it everything that's going on
I gotta leave this relationship but I'm not leaving here
So let me get my list out
What do I want other than this house?
First of, let me put your bitch out
Call me crazy if you want her but I don't care
Now back to my list
Gotta have the house, check
Do I want the car, check?
Do I want the money, check?
Gotta have it all, check
And I deserve it, hope it was worth it
And I don't think that I'll be needing your service
I need his house, I need his car
And then the bank, I want it all
I gave you all my love and got nothing in return
So now I want it all, I want it all
Gimme the house, gimme the car
I want it all, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all
If I'm gonna have to hurt, you gonna feel it how I feel it
Play the cards how I deal it, you know I was the realist
'Cause the way you going 'bout this like I never meant shit
Now you want the other bitch 'cause we had an argument
Okay, roll the dice, I'ma show you how it go
And since you wanna do it dirty, watch this fire crack a blow
This ain't no tit for tat shit, it's all about the principle
How you expect to leave me without a comma or decimal?
Pay me for my pain, pay me for my time
Nigga, you can say the bullshit 'cause everything is mine
From the house in West Pond to the yatch in Burlese
You can keep your sad face, baby, hand me them keys
'Cause the shit you said it, did it, threw me way off track
But when a woman is fed up, no, it ain't no turning back
Only thing gonna make me smile is if I feel my satisfaction
Is seeing you hurt is fuckin', you suffering while I'm relaxing
So now I need his house, I need his cars
And then the bank, I want it all
I gave you all my love and got nothing in return
So now I want it all, I want it all
Gimme the house, I need the car
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all
Put your hands up ladies if you want it all
Put your hands up ladies if you want it all
Put your hands up ladies if you want it all
Say, I want it all, say, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all
I need his house, I need his car
And then the bank, I want it all
I want it, I want it, I earned it
Your a liar you're a cheater, gimme what I need
I'll leave you alone if you gimme what I please
Oh, I want it all, oh, be a man about it
Put your hands up ladies if you want it all
Put your hands up ladies if you want it all
Put your hands up ladies if you want it all
Say, I want it all, say, I want it all
Hey mami, I wanna holla
Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars
What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama
Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mami chulo
So, I'm straight
Hey mami
I'm young, rich and I'm thuggin it
And girl, I don't give a fuck who your husband is
I gotta have you on my seat, five-six, thighs thick
A little ghetto queen, we'll get our freak on like Missy
Drink Cris-ty, be pissy, smoke Crip-ty, be wit me
Let's flee in the big body
Take it to the house, to the house party
That's right, I'mma holla mami
I'mma hop in the Benz, you follow, mami
I wanna play at the playground, mami
Shut up and lay down, mami
Hey mami, I wanna holla
Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars
What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama
Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mami chulo
So, I'm straight
Hey mami
Oh, now wanna chase me
You wanna take me
To the diamond district and lace me
You wanna fly me to Hawaii
Anything I want, you'll buy me
You just met me, but you sweatin me
You wanna freeze my wrist and brigette me
You wanna fuck me, you wanna touch me
You wanna lock me down, handcuff me
That's cool but I got my own cash
You can keep your bread, I got long cash
Now that just sounds like game to me
You ain't half the player that you claim to be
Hey mami, I wanna holla
Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars
What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama
Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mamichulo
So, I'm straight
Hey mami
I wanna holla, lil mama
If it's bout a dollar, I'm break you off proper
I stay sittin on plenty B's
What you want? Ten, fifteen, twenty G's
That's nothing, we can shop for Prada shit
Ain't nothing to a player, but a scholarship
So leave the lights on and the camera on
Slim waist, lil thick lil Amazon
So let's those panties on, lay it down girlfriend
Once I get this on, I wanna take you home
And ride it, ride it, back it up and slip and slide it
Hey mami, I wanna holla
Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars
What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama
Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mami chulo
So, I'm straight
Hey mami
Hey mami
Gotta, Uh, got feel that shit,
Uh, you gotta feel that shit
Let me tell you what kinda hoes I like
Let me tell you what kinda niggas i like
I'ma tell you what kinda hoes I like
Let me tell you what kinda niggas I like...
I wanna nigga who'll lick the click,
Gone let me ride the dick, and blow in side my shit,uhh
I want a bitch who like ta' suck da dick,
Who wanna fuck and shit, get in the buck and shit, what
Nigga, I'ma first class hoe, money in the stash hoe
fast hoe, love it when you like tha ass hole
And if you wanna pass go
I need 20 grand or better
Real go getter out for the flo' getter
Uh, quick cum niggas on the coach
Stick ya tongue in it, keepin' ya sprung in it
Stops and bounds might let ya cum in it
Girlfriends do, I do too!, O ones in it
When it, gets wet I won't tease ya dog
Spreading da couchie wide come and please me dog
Easy dog, what, I don't need jake's like you
Bitch I got 8 like you,
Who'll like it, get it wet and then stick it
I'm da type of hoe you wanna trick wit, slick bitch
I'ma veteran, no pussy gets wetter than
Than Rio, fuck you fo' da dope for sho'
I ain't never meet a hoe in my life as bad as you
I wanna stick dick all up in you, I wanna fuck wit you
(ohhhh!) You got a nigga ready ta' fuck
You gotta nigga ready to bust a nutt, say what?
Is you bout it hoe, (hell yeah)
Well you can tell me all about it, let me know
Cause I'm a rough nigga, Money Mark the tough nigga
Fuck butt naked no motherfuckin' bluff nigga
Fuck, got the urge to run away wit' ya boo
I won't play wit you boo,
I'll get head in the bed all day from ya boo
I don't need hoes like you
Bitch I got five like you,
Who'll fuck it, pull it out and then suck it
Let my dog touch it, get it wet, bust it
Money Mark, and yeah my last name Digaler
Stank couchie hoes I can't get wit cha no sir
If you really wanna fuck, and you wanna get a nutt
Tell that girl to give it up my nigga, my nigga
Now all the ladies in the place, puttin' pussy in my face
Come on and let me get a taste now baby, now baby
Now let me hear ya say, "I fuck" (I fuck)
And say I fuck (I fuck)
And say U fuck, and say we fuck, and say I fuck,
Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I got a, gay friend you can call her nigga
I got a, dick game with a mean hustle
I got an, Escalade no you can't touch it
I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia nigga
I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters nigga
I got a, couple girls who gon' come fuck
I gotta, see the money time to come up
I gotta, keep it real with my hustler hoes
I got a, pump or two, who gon' boost them clothes
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
I gots, no love for a punk bitch
I gotta, cuss her out to make her suck dick
I got a, dildo in this bag baby
I got a, lil' somethin for that ass baby
I know you, pay hoes cause I heard you did
I got a, headhunter that'll serve you quick
I got a, team of hoes you ain't seen befo'
With green to blow, sick with cash and cream fo' sho'
I gotta, fuck 'em all just cause I can
I got her, much hotter than fuckin her own man
The Ramada, she gave me a hundred dollars for head
But my Pradas, were slipped on, I got knee and fled
I got a, couple cars, while most hoes starve
You gotta give it to the nigga who wrote those bars
I got a, check in the mail that you couldn't believe
Now I got a Roley for 80 G's under my sleeve
I gotta, let you hoes know who I be
So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's
I got a, trap in the hood called no ID
All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds
I gotta, put it down in a major way
I gotta, put y'all down with this game I play
I gotta, get my pussy ate like everyday
Bring the present with the cake in ya Escalade
I got an, AK for a bitch nigga
I gotta, let you know they only get bigger
I got a, hit man for your problems nigga
I got a, couple stacks that'll solve him nigga
I gotta... show my nigga love
Cause he my nigga what, now hold yo' triggers up
Ain't nuttin in this game is as big as us
If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a fuck
I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
Defended by Johnny Coch' cartel on the block
I got a, fifty cal' and I'm waitin in the crowd
(feat. Plies, Chris J.)
[Intro: Trina]
Welcome to wonderful sexy wet world of trina
[Chorus:]
I got a problem (I love to fuck) [x8]
[Verse 1: Trina]
Head fire pussy good and plus I stay wet
Just fuck me early in the morning baby that's the best
Just keep it hard for me nigga and let me do the rest
I wanna feel it in my stomach push it my chest
And pin my legs back and make my toes touch my neck
Want you stand up in this pussy and don't you nut yet
I'm a let you work me out gon fuck me make me sweat
Don't take it out just lay in it if you need rest
[Chorus:]
I got a problem (I love to fuck) [x8]
[Verse 2: Plies]
I wanna lock her up in the crib and fuck her all day
And fuck ya on the couch and eat ya in the hallway
And walk around naked and put the cell phones away
Whenever you want this dick just look at me and say bae
Whenever that pussy get soaked we can call it today
I wanna catch ya on that look and put it on ya ass
And pin yo lil ass up and fuck ya like i'm mad
I wanna finger you first make ya wanna fuck me bad
Soon as I feel that pussy get wet step on the gas
And I'm a fuck ya from the back but I'm a do it last
I want you to ride me first while I squeeze on ya ass
Whenever you feel that nut comin want you to fuck me
fast
[Chorus:]
I got a problem (I love to fuck) [x8]
[Verse 3: Trina]
Don't just fuck me in the bed do me in the shower
And don't you tease me with that dick want you to fuck
me for hours
And when you put me on my side it make me holler louder
And you don't want me to soak up the bed you better
fuck me on a
towel
Cause I got so much of this good juice built up inside
And we can do whatever you want I just wanna feel you
baby
Just thinkin bout you inside it it got me goin crazy
And whenever you get out this pussy bet you'll call me
ya lady
And let me lay on my stomach get in yo favorite positon
I might just kiss ya in mouth before you start lickin
I got my legs spread ass up waitin on the dickin
And can't nobody out fuck me I need some competition
[Hook:]
All over the house we gon tear it up (hey)
In the kitchen on the countertop knockin over stuff
The livin room the den or even on the stairs (ohh)
In the morning when we rise we can't find our underwear
You got that ooo wee wet as a raindrop the feelin that
you give
If my toes pop up
don't get mad at me girl if I come quick you got to
understand you got
some good shit
[Chorus:]
Featuring: Trick Daddy
See I don't need nann nigga
Jockin' me, slowing me down
Or stoppin' me
Climbing all on top of me
If he ain't gonna fuck me properly
It's got to be, possibly
A dick that ain't too soft for me
Nigga get your ass up off of me
Besides your dick too small for me
I gots to be fucked right, sucked right
In the butt right like a slut like
In the bright lights, every day all night
Now talk to me, why you fuck me violently?
Calling me names that apply to me
Cummin' all inside of me
Don't lie to me, now tell the truth
Is this pussy good to you?
Grip for you, good and tight
But full of juice
Why wouldn't you?
Why shouldn't you?
Scream while I am ridin' you
Over you, makin' this pussy stroke for you
Like your bitch supposed to do
Close to you and I'm feelin' most of you
Deep for me, we can meet
Fuck me till I fall asleep
Not unless there three nuts for me
Or get your ass up off of me
Ol' tired ass nigga besides
You ain't even all that anyway
Fuck you
Bitch I don't need u
No way, no how, not then, not now
Uh-uh, bitch
Bitch I don't need u
No way, no how, not then, not now
Uh-uh, bitch
Bitch I don't need u
No way, no how, not then, not now
Uh-uh, bitch
Bitch I don't need u
No way, no how, not then, not now
Uh-uh, bitch
Oh, you done blowed
Bitched you done showed out
And I got no beef
If this was my house bitch
You would've been thrown out
And y'all bitches better hold up
Simmer down and get the fours up
Mouth all tored up
All this is swolled up
Y'all bitches better show some love
Or your licking these nuts saying that freaky stuff
And you ain't gotta have the best head
But bitch it better be close enough
See I don't need ya, I don't see ya
And I really won't wanna be ya
If head is nappy and you boppin' me
Young bitch then that's illegal
You always braggin' and beggin'
Talkin' 'bout what the last nigga gave ya
See everybody ain't able
But y'all bitches so ungrateful
You need to ask questions about dushy
'Cause I hate the smell of stank pussy
And you're under arms a little musky
I was gonna spare ya but you had to push me
Bitch I don't need u
No way, no how, not then, not now
Uh-uh, bitch
Bitch I don't need u
No way, no how, not then, not now
Uh-uh, bitch
Bitch I don't need u
No way, no how, not then, not now
Uh-uh, bitch
Bitch I don't need u
No way, no how, not then, not now
Uh-uh, bitch
Hello to all my niggas and bitches
Welcome to Digglers Wild World of Girls
I'm sitting here with the Baddest Bitch (Thats Right)
So Trina tell us a little something about yourself
Hustla I'm the queen of this south shit
Tight with a cute face that's what I'm bout bitch
Sexy, specialize in fellatio
All about my pesos
Never was a fake hoe
Shot shore throw throw the cock like a flame thrower
In the mouth of a cock blower
Just a diva
Mack momma looking for them ends
Traded in the Lex for a G-5 Benz
Touring on the road getting stacks
20 grand karats for the show no tax
Bell-V is what I'm pourin on them hatas
Blinding with the lock no imitaders
Broke ass niggas getting on my nerves
Get sliced, diced, chopped, and served
Ask am I off the chain
I won't lie
But I don't want your man boo fuck that guy Uh
Oh OK Allright
I see how y'all be getting down in the MIA
But Trina what I really wanna know is
how would you get with a nigga who live with a bitch
Wait... for his bitch to live
Ms. Trina gotta trick up her sleeve
Open up the door I walk straight in the house
Put your man down and put my cock in his mouth (Damn)
I need a heavyweight like Georgy Foreman
To work my ocean like the Long Shoreman
I'm real successful
I live off interests
So get it right bitch I'm the Diamond Princess
Banking and its all for the cause
(Hey Trina would you suck a nigga dick)
Bitch hell naw
And fuck what a bitch tell yall
Stay the fuck outta mine hoe and go get a job Ugh
Damn girl
You wild as fuck
But what I really wanna know is
How you set a motherfucker up...
See a nigga pumpin gas
Don't look
Get out your car slow drop your book
Sell em' with your name and your freak out game
And show a lil' shot of ass just to get in his brain
Tell em what he wanna hear
Calm and slow
"You want this ass"
Come on let's go
Call my dawgs at the hotel
Let em' know I'm coming
Bring em' upstairs and leave the car running
Get em' in the room don't be scared
Go in broke come out with bread
That's what a nigga get
Playing with that cheese
Fall for a freak and
Watch ya get skeeze
Out the door
Real quick
Then out come my dawgs with the K's and shit
Thinking with your dick man that ain't nothing
(Trina one more thing)
Naw no more questions
See now that's what I'm talking 'bout
We need more real motherfucking bitches representing real shit
You heard it live from the baddest bitch
Reporting live this is Ki Ki
From Digglers Wild World of Girls
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