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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, take this shit to another level. |
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| 2. |
| 2:55 |
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[Girl Talking:]
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 [Trina] Hustla I'm the queen of this south shit Tight with a cute face that's what I'm bout bitch Sexy, specialize in filet show 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 [Girl Talking:] 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 [Trina] 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 [Girl Talking:] Damn girl You wild as fuck But what I really wanna know is How you set a motherfucker up... [Trina] 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 Fun for a freaking 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 [Girl Talking:] 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 C-Ya |
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| 1:57 |
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Mamma!!
Man, keep dat kid quiet, damn! Nerise, sit yo ass down! What you want bwoy? I want Mamma! (laughing) Oh, sh** man, its daddy. Girl open this god damn door! Why your ass gotta latch on this door? Open this god damn door! Yo daddy whatup, huh?! Open this god damn door!!! Wha wha, someone in your house my nigga?! Yeah my nigga, someone in my god damn house! Damn! Jus' go out there Wha, wha?! bitch i aint goin out there man! he crazy he aint gonna do nuthin jus go out there Hey what you doin' in my house my nigga? i.. I know y'all mad... What you doin' in my god damn house, thats what I don't know! I know you mad.. What, you come to see the lovely pictures on the wall ey yo my nigga? No, I... Daddy dont shoot him.. please daddy dont do nuthin.. shut up!bitch please!!!! damn! some nigga's never learn! |
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| 2:35 |
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| 2:43 |
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| 3:13 |
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| 3:19 |
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| 3:10 |
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| 13. |
| 3:31 |
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| 14. |
| 3:51 |
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[Chorus]
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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 Me and this cash, can't nothing come between this [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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| 4:14 |
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[Chorus 1 - 1/2]
are you waiting waiting for something that's wrong are you waiting you know sometimes a girl must move along [Verse 1] As I vibe with the music, I just think about the times I came in after a day and at times Climbed in the same bed wished my man was lyin He questioned me "I'm I defying (no)," I was lyin He was a real good man, he worked and all I wanted a hustle, so I can hurt them all (shit) I coulda made love, but I wanted to be fucked He had a lot to offer it just wasn't enough I like da candle-coated 'lac (uh huh) the niggaz smokin sacks (i like da thugs) The football games, fortunate fame And more importantly, I wanted me a name The je-wells, the crew-es, the cell No more projects, the foolish gets well (I'm tired of dat shit) The (?) weed from Pre-me's on poken beans And me, I'm still ghetto I push ah (?) when you see me on TV But I'm all woman, uh (Chorus 1x) [Verse 2] Yall know I'm from Miami right But, do yall really know what Miami like Miami life Da fast pace, the comfy cash chase Da clothes, cars, ohhh God Niggaz sell dope get rich Bitches sell pussy get rich, get down or don't get shit (dats right) No options, no college, no loans No cash, No knowledge I'm sexy as hell you know I'm gon profit And trust me, my skills are well polished I chat niggaz down pat niggaz down Set him up right if he dat big a clown I had to, well I didn't have to But, what about me (sshhiitt) I had to have to I wanted a Rolly a million dat'll hold me Lock a access for Colby you know me (uh) (Chorus 1x) [Verse 3] I'm da same woman, Mercedes or the Civic Fuck the Cris, I just give it how I get it I'm the spokesperson 4 ev'ry sista who soul seachin Still strollin these clubs with no purpose Stay in the mall and won't purchase Straight boostin Bad checks or they leasin they mouth Robbers put a piece in their mouth For whatcha man keep in their house They pull gats for stacks tall as Shaq You chickens don't know me well I'm not impressed witcha Findi purses and ponytails Always surface with your phony tails When you need to be in school all day on a chase I'm goin to work supported you and ur place Or with a athletic wit a cool one in the safe Why suck dick to keep food on the place I stay in baked potatoes take the payload (Chorus 2x) It's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong |
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| 3:41 |
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| 0:22 |
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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 reaaaallllly fucked up! |
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