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slayers98 The One That Got Away (7th Heaven Club Mix) Katy Perry The One That Got Away (Mixin Marc & Tony Svejda Peak Hour Club Mix) Katy Perry The One That Got Away (R3hab Club Mix) Katy Perry 곡 200 | 담기 2 | 추천 0 |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
[Ludacris]
[Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours [Ludacris] [Verse 1] I'm saying my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop Her body won't quit So fool pipe down you ain't talkin bout shit My chick bad, tell me if you seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all white jeans, body looking like milk No time for games, she's full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours [Ludacris] [Verse 2] Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor She knock a bitch out, and fight Coming out swinging like Tiger Woods' wife Yeah, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up there chests like pasties Couple girl friends and they all a little crazy Coming down the street like a parade, Macy's I fill her up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons D'oh, but I aint talkin bout Homer Chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours [Nicki Minaj] [Verse 3] Now all these bitches wanna try and be my besty But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty Running down a court I'm thuggin on them Lisa Lefty It's going down, basement Friday the 13th, guess who's playing Jason Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing Freddy (My chick bad) Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe game crazy The mental Asylum looking for me You a rookie to me I'm in dat wam bam purple Lam damn bitch you been a fan [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad [Ludacris] [Outro] And when we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
[Ludacris]
[Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours [Ludacris] [Verse 1] I'm saying my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop Her body won't quit So fool pipe down you ain't talkin bout shit My chick bad, tell me if you seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all white jeans, body looking like milk No time for games, she's full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours [Ludacris] [Verse 2] Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor She knock a bitch out, and fight Coming out swinging like Tiger Woods' wife Yeah, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up there chests like pasties Couple girl friends and they all a little crazy Coming down the street like a parade, Macy's I fill her up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons D'oh, but I aint talkin bout Homer Chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours [Nicki Minaj] [Verse 3] Now all these bitches wanna try and be my besty But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty Running down a court I'm thuggin on them Lisa Lefty It's going down, basement Friday the 13th, guess who's playing Jason Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing Freddy (My chick bad) Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe game crazy The mental Asylum looking for me You a rookie to me I'm in dat wam bam purple Lam damn bitch you been a fan [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad [Ludacris] [Outro] And when we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper |
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from Yo Gotti - 5 Star Remix [single] (2009)
Ftet - Gucci Mane, Trina, & Nicki Minaj
Cheaaa Ay you kno I'm lookin 4 a 5 star bitch talkin bout (Bur) I'm talkin AboUt A Bitch lookin like she jus stepped out a magazine I'm talkin niggaz I'm gon be somethin serious (Gucci Mane) Gotti here go twelve bars Gucci mane got 9 cars We dnt call em dimes no more 09' we call em 5 stars I'm a 5 star nigga, dis a 5 star clique Dats a 645, dis dat new m6 Pay ha bills get ha hair fixed Might even pay ha rent And da way she give it to me Best money I eva spent I can't even lie (why) I'm so supa high (high) Do not need her, will not keep her Unless she supaFly Gucci manes a thug b, Ya man is a scrub see She loves me now, She loves you not Yea all me bitches love me And if you in atlanta Look up gucci gurl and beep me And we cand find a 5 star hotel You can meet me (Chorus) Dats a 5 star chick (3x) Man dats a 5 star chick, if yo credit score high Feet and nails stay fly, keep ya juice box wet Nd ya head sum'n fine You a five star chick (4x) I want a five star chick I need a 5 star chick I need a 5 star chick I want a five star chick (Yo Gotti) It's ya boy yo gotti, I do grade A shit I'm da realist nigga walkin And dis da remix, And still I'm out here lookin 4 a 5 star chick When I catch ha, Ima bless ha Wit a 5 star kiss She a natural born hustla She aint chasin no suckas On a mission for a real nigga She aint neva fucked a busta So ya cars nd ya jewlery Dat she really dnt exCite And all dem hatin ass hoes In da club wanna fiGht ha She was born in da 'A', Went to school in DC Gotta job in Dallas Texas, Then moved to tennessee If you aint a 5 star, Need to go ahead and face it Fake gucci fake louie, Shawty dat'll make you basic (Chorus) Dat aint a 5 star chick It aint a 5 star chick (3x) (Trina) See I'm a 5 star bitch Cause I aint dat otha bitch She been stugglin for hers From da womb I been rich I aint gotta talk about da money And da shoe game All you gotta do is Google trina See da proof name? Cause aint nun of dese hoes, Doin shows in the recession Dey cards get declined, Now dey sufferin a depression While I'm spendin mills Signin all kinda deals I'm a 5 star bitch, Eating 5 star meals My whole life style Like comin to America All my Louie luggage You see my bag? How I carry her Walkin through the airport Like I'm in a parade on my hologram Loggin on to e-Trade (Chorus) Dats a 5 star chick (4x) If yo credit score high, feet and nails stay fly Keep ya juice box wet, nd ya head sum'n fine You a five star chick (4x) I want a five star chick I need a 5 star chick I need a 5 star chick I want a five star chick (Nicki Minaj) I just had a epiphany, I need to go to Tiffany's Fendi on my slippers, And my cookies always slippery I don't need help, I pay da bills on time So I be yellin 'fuck em' With a dildo sign Five little mama, you a Three star I aint sleepin when I say I'm in my dream car Oh did I stutta? Harajuku hyphen, BarBie... I'm hot I think it's time to put the rice in I was in the chair, I was gluing my weave in When you hit the stage They was booin and leavin Young money red flag, No more auditions Ask Lil Wayne who da 5 star bitch is! (Chorus) Dats a 5 star chick (3x) Now dats a 5 star chick |
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from Keri Hilson - In A Perfect World (2009)
Stop, now let me see your booty drop
If you think your impressin' us with your ice and your dub Poppin' bottles in the club, get your money up 'Cause I ain't your average girl, I've been all around the world With your boy wanna wow me, get your money up Get your money up boy, get your money up I wanna see somethin' bigger than a Hummer truck Get your money up boy, get your money up You gotta throw somethin' bigger than a hundred bucks Now slide, slide one of them black cards If you got it then show me how you're gettin' it Diamonds a girl's best friend, you can provide them Might even have to fool while your hittin' it When you see me in my days blow a whole lot of change Tell your boy don't get jealous, get your money up And if you don't like us, there's nothin' to discuss We don't even give a fuck, get your money up Get your money up, get your money up Stop playin' with yourself, get your money up Get your money up, get your money up (Stop, now let me see your booty drop) If you're tearin' the bar down with all the fly woman And still livin' with your momma, get your money up Ridin' big whips, can take care of your kids Why you lookin' at me? Get your money up When I'm up in the club, you know how we roll Them bottles pop, nonstop You up in Hollywood, you know how we roll Stop, now let me see your booty drop Get your what I'm talkin' about, I don't wanna hear your mouth You need to put some money down, or get your money up Why you invadin' my space? Why you get up in my face? I ain't got nothin' to say but get your money up Get your money up boy, get your money up Know you wanna see somethin' better than them autobus Get your money up boy, get your money up You know my bottle cost more than a hundred bucks Get your money up, get your money up (Stop playin' with yourself) Get your money up Get your money up, get your money up (Stop, now let me see your booty drop) Okay now slide, slide one of them black cards If you got it then show me how you're gettin' it Diamonds a girl's best friend, if you can provide them I might even have to fool while you're hittin' it Now grind, grind get yourself some big money And don't forget about me when you're spittin' it But if you ain't gon' pay don't be screamin' out hey girl (Wait, now let me see your booty drop) Now slide, slide one of them black cards Make the Pacific ocean be part of my backyard If you ain't gon' pay, don't be screamin' out hey I'm an independent honey, I get money all day Now slide to your bank account, all the cash throw it out If you ain't yellin' diamonds and dollars, I gotta walk it out Know what I'm talkin' about? You steppin' to the baddest Got millionaires standin in line wishin they had this Take me to Paris, buy 100 carrots, Christian Louboutin boots Bags and more carrots, you on average, or at least the wrong section My girl need some checks so he headin in our direction Get your money up, get your money up (Stop playin' with yourself) Get your money up, get your money up Get your money up (Stop, now let me see your booty drop) I know that's right, Keri, your girl KC, and Trina They gon' hate on this one right here, let's go Now get your money up, get your money up Get your money up, we don't like them broke boys We don't like them broke boys |
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from Qwote - Don`t Wanna Fight (Feat. Trina) [single] (2008)
[Chorus:QWOTE]
I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss girl Tonight I just wanna make, make love girl I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss girl Tonight can we just make, make love girl Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Tonight can we just make Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Tonight can we just make LOVE [Verse 1:QWOTE] Lately (lately), We've been going through it baby (baby) Slammin' doors and yellin' like crazy (crazy) Costin' each other out everyday (everyday), everynight (everynight) Girl I (girl I), Just wanna put it all aside (aside) And focus on your body tonight (tonight) Kiss you on your lips while I stroke your head gently Let's try to flip the script tonight [Hook:QWOTE] Cause I just wanna chill Girl I wanna feel your body next to mine (to mine, to mine) Don't wanna scream, girl can we please hold each other tight (all night) [Chorus:QWOTE] I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss girl Tonight I just wanna make, love girl I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss girl Tonight can we just make, love girl Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Tonight can we just make Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Tonight can we just make LOVE [Verse 2: TRINA] Love, let me kiss and caress and hold ya Just for the night let my love control ya Sorry for the pain and the lies i told ya From the hurt that i've caused let me please console ya Give a chance for us to make things right Lets make love instead of fussing fights Everything's gonna be alright Let me in, let me dim the lights, hold on tight Insane love makes you do some strange things Say those words and your whole damn life changes You think you can last forever She asked if you'd cheat and you say never I dont think that i'm all to blame But ima need a big amount of side here to handle her, oh I cant deny a lover, so lets make love my lover [Hook:QWOTE] Cause I just wanna chill Girl I wanna feel your body next to mine (to mine, to mine) Don't wanna scream, girl can we please hold each other tight (all night) [Chorus:QWOTE] I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss girl Tonight I just wanna make, love girl I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss girl Tonight can we just make, love girl Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Tonight can we just make Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Love Tonight can we just make LOVE |
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from Snoop Dogg - R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece (2006)
Yeah Man What's Going on Man It's really really pimpin' up in here man
I know you ain't seen pimpin' in a long time man I've been MIA You know what I'm sayin' missin in action I ain't been on no milk carton box but I've been milking and boxing these bitches cuz they got to step they game up you know what I mean [Chorus] What you lookin' at (step yo game up!) What you waitin' for (step yo game up!) Go on come on in the door (step yo game up!) Drop it to the floor and just (step yo game up!) You a kid (step yo game up!) You drink gin (step yo game up!) Is that your friend (step yo game up!) Tell a nigga you with you better (step yo game up!) [Lil John] [x2] Break it down bitch, let me see you back it up drop that ass down low then pick that motherfucker up [x4] Back that pussy tease a motherfucker [x2] Rub that shit it's yours bitch, grab his dick it's yours bitch [x2] Now turn around bitch, put that ass on a nigga, grind on his dick make it get a little bigger [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Bitch wanna act like she ain't never been with fast lane pimpin' on em Nails with the french tip potato chip yup with a french dip say she wanna french kiss all on my diz-nick It's cool, go on and break fool if you have to, what which you won't do, bitch I'ma slap you Stay in line ho it's a pimp affair, if you down to get low I can take you there But you can't fake once you hit the gate, shake till it ache, work that birthday cake You say you wanna make it ho, well quit bullshittin' and get naked ho Now you always got to be hot and vicious, so move them biscuits and hit them tricks bitch Now you got about a minute to fix this cuz I'm trying to find a bitch that's bootylicious [Chorus] [Trina] P-U-S-S-Y, run a world, I'm the girl in the flesh ah Lookin' for a nigga that will suck me like a blow pop Run that dick to the door, do me baby don't stop Same nigga talkin' all that shit Just a little bitch, little balls, little dick Let me show you how to work your tongue like a hurricane We ain't here to play no games, baby give me everything I know you like me when I drop it down low Show it from the back, look back, let it roll Drop it to the floor like a g-bitch supposed to Shake it shake it shake it make a nigga go postal But that's for fucking with a miami girl (?) Get your man, take his money, and then buy the world So nigga don't front, cuz fat wallets and big dicks is all I want |
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
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 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) 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 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)
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
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 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) 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 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) |
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
[Mannie Fresh] 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! [Trina] 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 [Mannie Fresh] 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! [Trina] 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 [Mannie Fresh] 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! [Trina] 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 [Mannie Fresh] You is a bad mamma jamma The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it!) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen!
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
[Mannie Fresh]
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! [Trina] 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 [Mannie Fresh] 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! [Trina] 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 [Mannie Fresh] 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! [Trina] 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 [Mannie Fresh] You is a bad mamma jamma The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it!) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen! |
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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 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) 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 Im da best 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 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) 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 man (Ha..Ha) Sounds like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (talk too much) Im like uh huh, okay, wassup, shut up 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) 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
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
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 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) 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 Im da best 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 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) 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 man (Ha..Ha) Sounds like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (talk too much) Im like uh huh, okay, wassup, shut up 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) 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 |
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
(RR) Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
(Trina) 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 (Rick Ross) 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 (Trina) I got a, couple girls who gon' come f**k 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 (Chorus: Rick Ross + (Trina)) 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) (Rick Ross) 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 (Trina) 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' (Rick Ross) I gotta, f**k 'em all just cause I can I got her, much hotter than f**kin her own man The Ramada, she gave me a hundred dollars for head But my Pradas, were slipped on, I got knee and fled (Chorus) (Trina) I got a, couple cars, while most hoes sob 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 (Rick Ross) 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 (Trina) 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 (Chorus) (Rick Ross) 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 (Trina) 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 f**k (Rick Ross) 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 Ready to get it down when y'all all 50'd out (Chorus) |
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
Triiiiiinaaahhhhh
Ladies and gentlemen ladies and gentlemen Uh this is a Jazze Phizzle produc shizzle Oh boy Okay alright Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay alright now Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Ohh You can ride if you want to Get it girl you can ride if you want to yeah 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 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 Xrated Hump in my back lift my rump and then I perculate it Okay alright Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay alright now Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump 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 till 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 Okay alright Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay alright now Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Ohh You can ride if you want to Get it girl you can ride if you want to yeah Ohh You can ride if you want to Get it girl you can ride if you want to yeah Okay alright Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay alright now |
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
Triiiiiinaaahhhhh
Ladies and gentlemen ladies and gentlemen Uh this is a Jazze Phizzle produc shizzle Oh boy Okay alright Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay alright now Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Ohh You can ride if you want to Get it girl you can ride if you want to yeah 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 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 Xrated Hump in my back lift my rump and then I perculate it Okay alright Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay alright now Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump 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 till 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 Okay alright Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay alright now Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Ohh You can ride if you want to Get it girl you can ride if you want to yeah Ohh You can ride if you want to Get it girl you can ride if you want to yeah Okay alright Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay alright now |
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
[Intro:]
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? [Chorus:] 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) [Verse 1:] 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 [Chorus:] 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) [Verse 2:] 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 [Chorus:] 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) |
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
[Intro:]
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? [Chorus:] 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) [Verse 1:] 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 [Chorus:] 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) [Verse 2:] 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 [Chorus:] 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) |
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Ain't nothin' to it but to do it -Lemme holla at you baby I know a lot of NFL players And a lot of NBA Players Like to holla at you, you know But it's different holla'in at me You know what I'm sayin? Whatever they can give you I can give it to you times two But in a gangsta way Can ya dig it? I woke up around 10 thisa mornin' I gave myself a stretch upa morning yawnin Went to the bathroom to wash up Put on my french lace panties and my Neitche 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" Fo sho, that's why these bitches don't want beef Cuz I flash the Rolly with the all yellow piece Got the sunflower yellow on the fingernails And the yellow Louis bag with the pastels Yo I'm livin like a model off my rap sells (Why?) Cuz niggas love the way my back swells Plus I show my ladies how to mack males Fuck posin for Black Tail I'm about to sign a Playboy deal Sexy gurl, you're my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl And I really need you gurl And I wanna love you gurl And I wanna kiss and hug you gurl You my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl You're my little... Close to the p-impin Hop in the coupe with snoop go on a mission Non stop, no intermission Breakfast in bed We do head in the kitchen (ooo) Its a lovely Day You can hang out in the pool act a fool Or just bubble and bake And when you get I love how you don't talk about it But you lovin the Dogg that's what I like about it MIA don't get in my way Da baddest bitch with the play ah yay And every day I try to get my play on This California lifestyle help me stay on Mm I'm choppin it up I got the key so I'm lockin it up Flashin, blastin em I'm rollin with a boss bitch passin em Sexy gurl, you're my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl And I really need you gurl And I wanna love you gurl And I wanna kiss and hug you gurl You my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl Break it down Uh huh (All the sexy ladies clap to this) That's right (All the sexy ladies clap to this) Come on (Yeah all the sexy ladies clap to this) Oh oh Come on Better than Fendi and Gucci You need a little more for be to me a groupie How bout a house down out on Sanssouci Sittin on the deck so we can move loosely That's just how it goes Vera Wang from the window panes down to the tip of my toes 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 To eat me like Hannibal Lector And keep me in a pink Kompressor Cuz princessa and I don't any lessa I know a lot of NFL players And a lot of NBA Players Like to holla at you, you know But it's different holla'in at me You know what I'm sayin? Whatever they can give you I can give it to you times two But in a gangsta way Can ya dig it? So if you got time time Like I know you got time Come here sexy girl and holla at the D-O Gizzle Fo shizzle Sexy gurl Sexy gurl Sexy gurl -
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
Ain't nothin' to it but to do it -
Lemme holla at you baby I know a lot of NFL players And a lot of NBA Players Like to holla at you, you know But it's different holla'in at me You know what I'm sayin? Whatever they can give you I can give it to you times two But in a gangsta way Can ya dig it? I woke up around 10 thisa mornin' I gave myself a stretch upa morning yawnin Went to the bathroom to wash up Put on my french lace panties and my Neitche 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" Fo sho, that's why these bitches don't want beef Cuz I flash the Rolly with the all yellow piece Got the sunflower yellow on the fingernails And the yellow Louis bag with the pastels Yo I'm livin like a model off my rap sells (Why?) Cuz niggas love the way my back swells Plus I show my ladies how to mack males Fuck posin for Black Tail I'm about to sign a Playboy deal Sexy gurl, you're my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl And I really need you gurl And I wanna love you gurl And I wanna kiss and hug you gurl You my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl You're my little... Close to the p-impin Hop in the coupe with snoop go on a mission Non stop, no intermission Breakfast in bed We do head in the kitchen (ooo) Its a lovely Day You can hang out in the pool act a fool Or just bubble and bake And when you get I love how you don't talk about it But you lovin the Dogg that's what I like about it MIA don't get in my way Da baddest bitch with the play ah yay And every day I try to get my play on This California lifestyle help me stay on Mm I'm choppin it up I got the key so I'm lockin it up Flashin, blastin em I'm rollin with a boss bitch passin em Sexy gurl, you're my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl And I really need you gurl And I wanna love you gurl And I wanna kiss and hug you gurl You my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl Break it down Uh huh (All the sexy ladies clap to this) That's right (All the sexy ladies clap to this) Come on (Yeah all the sexy ladies clap to this) Oh oh Come on Better than Fendi and Gucci You need a little more for be to me a groupie How bout a house down out on Sanssouci Sittin on the deck so we can move loosely That's just how it goes Vera Wang from the window panes down to the tip of my toes 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 To eat me like Hannibal Lector And keep me in a pink Kompressor Cuz princessa and I don't any lessa I know a lot of NFL players And a lot of NBA Players Like to holla at you, you know But it's different holla'in at me You know what I'm sayin? Whatever they can give you I can give it to you times two But in a gangsta way Can ya dig it? So if you got time time Like I know you got time Come here sexy girl and holla at the D-O Gizzle Fo shizzle Sexy gurl Sexy gurl Sexy gurl - |
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake It Titties sit right ass sits better I'm mean in a thong behind it's wooden leather You can catch me at South Beach in a drop top Careta I'm 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 What's good for me baby 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 don't 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 I let him see it from behind Want me to do my little dance for ya 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 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 I'm gay when I'm the reason why Shaq came to MIA Drop like it's 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 I'm what your taste Buds need cause I'm so delicious Diamond princess how could you forget this Slip and slide records and the hood be my witness I'm the baddest ting walking the block and You the saddest thing stalking the cop I'm Miss 305 butter pecan thighs pretty brown eyes in the 745 you can keep up with me I'm the diamond mommy drinking From a gold bottle grown women say I'm they role model Swallow That Want me to do my little dance for ya 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 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 That's how you do that there and Trina won't lie to Ya and sugar coat it and it's fly to ya it's like smokin on tha crip Lightin up a dip poppin one and puttin some of me up on your Lips on your lips and ain't no better high than me baby Call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky with me baby Purses and shoes by Louie Gucci all from the pretty face and ghetto booty What you want baby for me and you do a porn baby And tell you beat till the morn baby I'm 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 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 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 Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Okay K K K I keep it hood for you baby cause on the down low mama knows what good for you baby I keep it hood for you baby cause on the down low mama knows what good for you baby And ain't no better high than me baby call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky wit me baby And ain't no better high than me baby call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky wit me baby |
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from Trina - Glamorest Life (2005)
yep (trina)
g's up (lil scarppy) im back (trina) trina trina (lil scrappy) that's right (trina) i done stepped my game up and sexed my frame up (trina) shake the shake wit it (3x) dont be fake wit it shake the shake wit it (3x) dont be fake wit it shake it (verse 1:) 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 (lil scrappy) 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. (chorus:) want me to do my little dance for ya (2x) okay k k k (lil scrappy) want me to do my little dance for ya make it clap like my hands for ya okay k k k (lil scrappy) want me to do my little dance for ya (2x) okay k k k (lil scrappy) want me to do my little dance for ya make it clap like my hands for ya shake it shake it (lil scrappy) (verse 2:) 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! (chorus:) want me to do my little dance for ya (2x) okay k k k (lil scrappy) want me to do my little dance for ya make it clap like my hands for ya okay k k k (lil scrappy) want me to do my little dance for ya (2x) okay k k k (lil scrappy) want me to do my little dance for ya make it clap like my hands for ya shake it shake it (lil scrappy) (verse 3:) 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 uh! (chorus:) want me to do my little dance for ya (2x) okay k k k (lil scrappy) want me to do my little dance for ya make it clap like my hands for ya okay k k k (lil scrappy) want me to do my little dance for ya (2x) okay k k k (lil scrappy) want me to do my little dance for ya make it clap like my hands for ya shake it shake it (lil scrappy) shake the shake wit it (3x) dont be fake wit it shake the shake wit it (3x) dont be fake wit it shake the shake wit it (3x) dont be fake wit it shake the shake wit it (3x) dont be fake wit it i keep it hood for you baby cause on the down low mama knows what good for you baby (2x) and aint no better high than me baby call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky wit me baby (2x) |
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from Cassidy - Split Personality (2004)
[R Kelly:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to the sounds of swiss beats. We got cassidy in here. Kels! We in our throwbacks. This is for the ladies, we got room keys. [Chorus (R Kelly):] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] I'm staying in the hotel, not the motel or the holi-day inn. If that girl don't participate, well then I'ma take her friend. Well if, mami is with it then, mami can give it then, mami a rider, I'ma, slide up beside her. I got a suite, you can creep on through, I know you tryin' to get your freak on too, I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that (lady), hit the mall for that (lady), keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies), pop bub' for them (ladies), I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel with the kid Cass-idy. Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me. 'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what'll happen, we be under the covers, makin' love to each other. I got a double bed, one's to sleep on, other one's to get my freak on, (ladies) it's all for them (ladies). Yeah I ball for that (ladies), hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them, (ladies) hot tub for them, (ladies) pop bub' for them, (ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We goin' Chi-town steppin' out, to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out, 'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly. [R Kelly:] It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come with me, and fulfill your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite. And it's ok, if you wanna party night 'til day, I will do anything you say. Just come to my hotel. [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Call out:] You've just heard, a classic, featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy, Swiss beats the monster (yes i am) Full service the label, Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family. This one's for the ladies y'all. The baby, believe it! Get your hands up! It's over. |
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from Loon - Loon (2003)
(*Female voice: harmonizing*)
[Intro - P. Diddy - talking] + (Loon) + [Female voice] [Ha ha], yeah, see'mon [ha ha] Yeah, see'mon [ha ha] (Uh yeah), (*laughing*) see'mon, yeah, see'mon [*Female voice: "ha ha" is continued throughout*] [Verse 1 - Loon] + (P. Diddy) Haha haha ha, check out the bazaar Chicks stay showin me love like "muahh" Bad Boys are (that's right), quarter million car (yeah) Loon done caked up, you rollin with a star (that's right) A rich kid, that tote the biscuit (uh, see'mon) With European chicks on my way to the district (yeah) Witness I went from misfit, to givin away gifts to kids on Christmas (let's go) "What you a thug", never that you wrong (what? uh uh) The smoothest gangsta to ever make a song (that's right) Won't take long (uh), that's why my cake long And through all the pain, I remain to stay strong (uh huh) Most dudes but get they save-ons (what?) See the nigga Loon, want to get they blaze on (that's right) Play on, get tapped like sagon (uh) Cause nigga Loon been a Bad Boy since day one (yeah, let's go) [Chorus - Trina] + (P. Diddy) - w/ ad libs I just want to roll with you daddy (do what you like) Serious, can I go with you daddy (do what you like) I just want to be a bad girl (do what you like) I just want to make ya toes curl (do what you like) Now can my friends come with me (do what you like) You know Monica and Nikki (do what you like) I just want to be on ya team (do what you like) I just want to make you scream (do what you like) [Verse 2 - Loon] + (P. Diddy) Yo I testify, I can't lie I respect ya mental But it's not that detrimental (that's right) Sex is simple (c'mon) and Loon get enough of it (that's right) Chicks I hit leave my room and be lovin it (*laughing*) Dro keep puffin it (yeah), got chicks that Puff'll hit So sit back, realize who you fuckin with (that's right) A true player, mack nigga with mood (c'mon) Loon been gettin stacks way back since the ruler (woo) Rick the ruler (yeah), ice game was cooler (uh) Caked up before "Jacob was the jeweler" (*laughing*, yeah) Ma these other dudes'll fool ya Have you in back seat, givin nigga medulla What you need is a old schooler That'll show you the game, like Don Shula (fo sho) Young Marcus, young, pretty and heartless (I see you) Niggaz could talk shit, I run with Diddy regardless (that's right) [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse 3 - Loon] + (P. Diddy) Yo what's the word, Loon lookin for bird (uh) Just heard the words, I'm comin 'round the curb (woo) It's absurb, this nigga draggin the fur (yeah) And on top of that, "yo who the fuck is her?" (who that) Bodacious, type make sexy faces (c'mon), plus likes sexy places (uh uh) Kinky spots, like a bikini to pop (yeah) Rough sex, make it steamy and hot (ha ha) I can't lie, Bad Boy be ballin (that's right) Rollin with this shit, dog they keep callin (keep callin) What's wrong with that, nigga you got a jack Every five minutes flat, ringin off the rack (*phone ringing noise*) You sling crack?, nah nigga I rap (never) Been eight years since a nigga done did that (c'mon) Oh that's phat, and I appreciate that But you worst then them hoes dog, so please fall back [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Outro - P. Diddy - talking] Do what you like You can do whatever you want to do girl It's alright with me, yeah (*fade*) |
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from Cassidy - Hotel [single] (2003)
[R Kelly:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to the sounds of swiss beats. We got cassidy in here. Kels! We in our throwbacks. This is for the ladies, we got room keys. [Chorus (R Kelly):] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' checkin' out 6 in the mornin', 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] I'm staying in the hotel, not the motel or the holi-day inn. If that girl don't participate, well then I'ma take her friend. Well if, mami is with it then, mami can give it then, mami a rider, I'ma, slide up beside her. I got a suite, you can creep on through, I know you tryin' to get your freak on too, I'll do it all for that (lady), yeah I ball for that (lady), hit the mall for that (lady), keep it fly for them (ladies), keep my eye on them (ladies), hot tub for them (ladies), pop bub' for them (ladies), I got love for ma (ladies), yeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We're the new Car-tel, R.Kel with the kid Cass-idy. Girl if you man start actin' up, ask for him or ask for me. 'Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what'll happen, we be under the covers, makin' love to each other. I got a double bed, one's to sleep on, other one's to get my freak on, (ladies) it's all for them (ladies). Yeah I ball for that (ladies), hit the mall for that, (ladies) keep it fly for them, (ladies) keep my eye on them, (ladies) hot tub for them, (ladies) pop bub' for them, (ladies) I got love for ma, yeeeah! [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Cassidy:] We goin' Chi-town steppin' out, to the club lettin' out, and we goin' sex it out, 'til we all checkin' out. I got my chicks I'ma bring to the tele, we 'bout to do the damn thing, sing to 'em Kelly. [R Kelly:] It's alright(it's alright) If you wanna come with me, and fulfill your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite. And it's ok, if you wanna party night 'til day, I will do anything you say. Just come to my hotel. [Chorus (R Kelly)] Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key. I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl. And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie. So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me. 'Cuz we're having an after party, checkin' out 6 in the mornin' [Call out:] You've just heard, a classic, featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy, Swiss beats the monster (yes i am) Full service the label, Rock***the family, Ruff ryders the family. This one's for the ladies y'all. The baby, believe it! Get your hands up! It's over. |
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[Intro: Chingy]
Ah y'all we get it right herre this the remix Trackstars, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Disturbing Tha Peace, So So Def, Chingy, J.D (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Let's do it [Chorus: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 1: Chingy] Girl why you dat right thurr She so bad I'm constantly getting calls from da mayorr I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo' thurr curr Her man defendin' her like a lawyer so bewarre So dudes be handcuffin but dirrty that ain't fairr I wanna bet she got da bomb like a terrrorist She wit it I'll hit it though but I ain't thinking 'bout marrriage I love these honeys might as well call me Papa Bearrr Girl you know you looking good, good Ah don't I know you from da hood, hood You say you wouldn't when you would, would Now take it off you know you should, should, now twist around fo me! [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 2: Trina] Miss Trina make the ballas wanna starre (Wanna starre) House 'a naughty boots lined with the furr (Furr) Walk with a switch pull it over make it twerk I'ma flirt 'til it hurt in a throwback skirt I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls Lil' mama rockin strings and Chanel Pearls Im back for my crown fake bitches bow down This the remix what you wanna do now? I know u like the way we do this over herre Get loose in da club like we just don't carre (Don't carre) [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri] I'm from the city wherre they do that right thurr the most Out-a-towners come around and straight over dose Where the hips sing to ya and swing like, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP Like you done walked into a B2K concert mannn Back out legs showin talkin like mann Who got the drink and where the party at tonight damn That's when they start that backing it up on ya homie and That's a feelin' you just can't fight We fired up off that Hypnotic and Hennessey She can't keep her motherfuckin' hands off me We both in the club high bouncing to the beat When she turn around this is what I told her [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Outro: Chingy] I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) Trackstars, ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do |
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from Trina - Diamond Princess (2002)
[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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from Trina - Diamond Princess (2002)
[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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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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from Trina - Diamond Princess (2002)
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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[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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[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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from Trina - Diamond Princess (2002)
[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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[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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from Trina - Diamond Princess (2002)
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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from Trina - Diamond Princess (2002)
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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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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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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from Trina - No Panties (2002)
[Chorus: Tweet]
No Panties comin' off My love is gonna cost Cuz aint no way that you gone get up in this for free [Missy Elliott] NEW TRINA!!!! [Verse 1: 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 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 Uh 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 Looky 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... 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 ya 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, dig deeper 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! |
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