Альбом Trina

[Trina](Rero)
Ay rero
(What's happening?)
Look out da window
See that fucked nigga riding down the street in that Jag?
(Yeah, yeah what about him?)
That's da lick right there
(So what you sayin)
I can get his bread, take all his dough
(Then bitch go head what you waiting for)
The right time I'mma get it all I'm telling ya
This ain't no bullshit I'm selling ya
Straight off the boat, good dope I'm telling ya
Nigga no joke if you revoke, I'm bailin' ya
If shit get to hot I'm Makavalin ya
Is you down for da plot
(Now you know i ain't failin' ya)
(But any tricks bitch, with the flame I'm sweatin' ya)
(Cause you're a slick bitch, I can see the hell in ya)
(I'm tellin' ya no games)
Nah nigga straight up we can split da weight up 50-50
(60-40, deal?)
Yeah
(You sure)
Damn real that's still 6 digits
(So what da nigga name)
Stingy, he pack plenty
(He got any friends)
Not to many he hang with one man
(He got a name?)
Lock toting gun man, you heard of him?
(Nah but I know just the nigga to murder him)
(The ex con I know named Bong, psycho Vietname vet who owe me a bet)
(When you wanna set it up?)
Now nigga, I know where he at right now nigga
(Well shit hand me the phone)
[Rero](Bong)
Bong!
(What up nigga?)
It's on
(Where it's at? I've been waiting for this type of lick)
[Trina]
Enough of that shit
Let's do something quick
Rapper go and shoot something
It's time to get paid
(Well bitch call him and see where he at)
Nigga I told you I knew where the nigga was at right now
Nigga you think I'm playin give me the phone
Hold up, hold up be quiet, shh
(Hello)
What's up boo?
(What's happening?)
Nothing i was just thinkin' bout you
I wanted to know if i could come see you tonight
(What you think, you ain't even have to ask me no shit like that)
He, he, he
(Hold on baby let me see who this is on the other line
[Member of Lost Tribe](Pull)
(What up nigga let's go get that fill)
Hey what up Pull
(Cowboy)
Hold on Pull I got this bitch on the other line
[Trina]
Damn nigga what the fuck you had me on hold for so long?
Who the fuck you think I am En Vogue?
Nigga so what you gon let me come through or what?
(Damn it ain't gotta be all of that, simma down a little bit)
(Come through about 8 shit!)
Alright I'll see you when i get there
[Pull](Member of Lost Tribe)
(What'cha say yo?)
I got a bad ass bitch on the way yo
(Who dat?)
A bitch named Trina
I met her at the mall, ya should've seen her
(Hold up, red hoe push a Beemer)
Oh nigga you know the hoe
(Yeah that hoe'll set you up boy, she all for it)
I could never fall for it
(Nah never say never yo, she a little cover hoe)
(Set niggaz up for they chedda yo)
But I'm alot better though
(Boy I'm tellin' ya she'll wet niggaz up)
With what the pussy, nigga I ain't stupid over no harmless hoe
(You ain't listening yo, she bustin more than nuts)
(Besides you barely know that slut)
(What don't think she know about the blow and the blow
(And the g's and the g's and the shit from overseas)
Well if it come down to that, then I'm a squeeze
And since you feel like that
I'll keep the pistol with the bitch on her knees
(I'm still coming over there)
Whatever yo she with that freak shit
(I ain't on that creep shit, I'm coming to peep shit)
Oh nigga where you at?
(I'm down the street shit)
Hold on pull
I think that's the bitch at the door there, who dat?
(It's me nigga)
Hold on, damn what the fuck took you so long?
What you was out a town or something?
It's all good though
As long as you brought that phat ass with ya
Close the door, close the door
Hold up!
[Trina]
Fuck nigga you ain't heard?
I'm da baddest bitch

(feat. Trick Daddy)

[Trick Daddy (Trina)]
Who's bad? Who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's bad?
(Wait hold up)
Who's bad?

[Trina]
I'm representin' for the bitches
All eyes on your riches
No time for the little dicks
You see the bigger the dick
The bigger the bank, the bigger the Benz
The better the chance to get close to his rich friends
I'm going after the big man
G-string make his dick stand
Make it quick then slow head by the night stand
Like lightning I wanna nigga with a wedding ring
Bank accounts in the Philippines
Blank note to take everything
See I fuck him in the living room
While his children ain't home
I make him eat it while my period on
A little nasty ho, red-bone but a classy ho
Young jazzy ho and don't be scared
If you're curious just ask me hoes
And yes dick sucking comes quite natural
I'm da baddest bitch what

[Trick Daddy (Trina)]
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(Shit I'm the baddest bitch)
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?

[Trina (Trick Daddy)]
See I hate hoes who take their niggas on talk shows and for hoes
(Y'all sold fool)
See if I'm ever crossed or ever caught up in the cross
And if it's your fault ho, I'm going off ho
See I'm unemployed with no boss ho
While y'all sucking dick for free I'm broke off ho
See it pays to be the boss ho
Shit that's how you floss hoes
X-rated elevated, buck naked
And I'd probably fuck your daddy
if your mammie wasn't playa hatin'
Cause I'm da baddest bitch
I'm da baddest bitch what

[Trick Daddy (Trina)]
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(Shit I'm the baddest bitch)
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(Shit I'm the baddest bitch)
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?

[Trina]
I got game for young hoes
Don't grow to be a dumb hoe, that's a no-no
See if you off the chains
Stay ahead of the game, save up buy a condo
Sell the pussy by the grands
And in months you own a Benz
Another week a set of rims
See if I had the chance to be a virgin again
I'd be fucking by the time I'm ten
See off glass is my motto
Dick suckin in the auto
Quick fuckin 'bout to follow
On the back of the truck
Or when I'm dead ass drunk
But I don't get high though
I never took it up the ass
Often tried but I pass
And from what I heard it ain't bad
I'm a curious bitch who took off to get broke off
From the baby's dad
Cause I'm da baddest bitch

[Trick Daddy (Trina)]
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(Shit I'm the baddest bitch)
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(Shit I'm the baddest bitch)
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(Shit I'm the baddest bitch)
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
Who's bad? Who's, who's bad?
(That's right I'm the baddest bitch)

(feat. Mystic)

[Chorus]
If U w/ me girlfriend then wave your hands
Slap a nigga wit a hundred just to show your grand
Get them niggas fuck all U can
I'm gettin' paid just to fuck a man

[Verse 1]
Im a bad ass bitch nigga
that's why yo' doe gone
and all yo' weed in the ozone
Im doing this one for my no thugs
who on no drugs
other niggas yellin' out so what, huh
Cause you could never be my only one
cause I want too much shit, want too much done
recognize who I be when you see me in the club
like a pooch in a coupe with the roof dropped down
where my real bitches at?
right here
where them niggas riches at?
right here
We treatin' niggas like rental cars doggin' em out
with no doe theres nothing we can talk about

[Chorus (Repeat 2x)]

[Verse 2]
I can tell by your eyes, love is what you feel
U wanna talk nigga, then lets discuss my bills
as you can see im an expensive bitch
who has good taste and love expensive shit
U wanna conversate well nigga I charge a fee
each additional minute, nigga I charge a fee
You short well nigga I gots to go
only ballers are tall enough to reach my goal
I know you love me but I love your huns
cause U could never be my only one
Don't trust me, broke nigga don't lust me
cause gettin' paid is a must be
and hell naw you can't fuck me

[Chorus (repeat 2x)]

[Verse 3]
2 karats in the ear
4 karats in the ring
hoes get sick when they see the bling bling
stay fuckin' wit' a thug
who would cop the 4, cop some ?
then cruize and just drop u off
want me to lock the door
im not whore
fuck nigga get your mind right or im out the door
gotta go, goota go
6 double o
im a big trouble hoe
who likes to smuggle doe
from my head to my toe
fly shit fo' sho'
want my wrist to glow
and my tips to flow
don't puff blunts
i like my B's up front
you can smoke though blow weed on my kunt
cause im a bad bitch
first round drifted
shaped like a coka- cola classic
get my ass licked
take a nigga for his cash quick
even take plastic, uh

[Chorus]

[Trina]
yeah I know yall niggas can say fuck them hoes
but not on this one
im doing this one for my bitches
all bitches of all bitches
and fuck them flaw bitches
okay, play wit' it
Ms Trina
new Millennium
year 2000
slip -n- slide

Hello hair truck may I help you?

Trina: Yea, somebody beeped Trina?

Somebody beeped Trina?

Yea Yea Yea Yea I beeped her I beeped her, Wuz up wuz up bitch where the fuck you at? Girl, do you know this motha fuckin girl in here talkin' bout her man and stuff and her motha fuckin man at, girl when the nigga walked through the mothafuckin door bitch, guess who the fuck it was bitch? yo mothafuckin man girl he done came up here talking...

Trina: Look girl, I really don't have time for this right now but I'mma call you back okay?

[dial tone] his eyes got so mothafuckin big girl, bitch he almost lost his mothafuckin mind girl, he gone now bitch but the girl still here what you gone do? you on the way?

Chorus: repeat 2X

Niggas ain't shit, but hoes and tricks
Lick tha pearl tongue nigga keep tha dick
Get tha fuck out after I cum
So I can hop in my Coup and make a quick run

[Trina]
See, me and my boo's we got grands to use
With terrible attitudes nigga, who needs you?
Huh, you got your dirty ass feet on my couch
and smokin motherfuckin weed in my house
Is you sick yo?
I want YOU to get him and your dogs,
to stop grabbin doornobs, and hustle and rob
or job, get tha fuck out of dodge (you heard that?)
You eat me this evenin, you don't even deserve that
cause I'm a bank roll havin bitch
Mercedes Benz 6- double o havin bitch, I'm fabulous
and immaculate with nice curves
I game hers for the furs, and the Iceberg
You got nerves, old broke ass, not havin no doe ass
slow ass, stayin on my porch ass, yo yay your ass nigga
you fake bitch, you make women hate dick, cuz you ain't shit

Chorus

[Lois Lane]
You that same old nigga
with tha same low figures
'cept the lies gettin bigga
and the sex lacks the vigor
Got used to the quickies, now your ass is just wack
tryin to fuck my girl, behind my back, imajin that
I told her go ahead and try it just for the laughter
now whe're feelin bad for all tha hoes you're goin after
Looks can be deceivin, and you're poppin much game
Crib in your moms name, claim of fortune and fame
Dressed in ICEBERG, senese still attached
Rockin a gator, fake rolly, hollow links to match
I sit back and watch, as you dig yourself deeper
Digits all in your beeper, you want her, better keep her
Last night you was all up in the club, slingin grips
Slippin DJ Roslay, givin dick tips away
Basically, you was holdin like you just went pro
but little did they know, you was flossin my doe
No, I got to go, before you cause a bitch to flick
from waistline to the bottom, you know niggas ain't shit

Chorus

[Trina]
You ain't shit to me yo
I'm spendin grands down in Rio
Manaje` in trio, garage like it cee-lo
4-5-6, Range Rov, 4.6 we lay low
while ya'll hoes slob dick, you back in ballin ass
Niggas ain't shit, taste the clit
and y'all pussy lickin and shit
wanna go low on me like a basement?
That's why I don't see none of y'all
You better reconize bitch, while I sit in front of y'all
I don't owe you shit, nigga you owe me
I'm bout to change the locks, nigga keep the gold key
You better get your shit, take it to your mamy house
I'm bout to show you what a bitch from Miami bout
You got me fucked up, nigga ain't no free nut
Unless you comin VVS marquis cut

Chorus (repeat til end)

(feat. Trick Daddy)

[Trick Daddy]
What time ya'll?? Ball off tha chain

[CHORUS- 2x]
You off tha chain wit it,
you do your thang wit it
tha way you talk, tha way you walkin
girl you slang wit it
You on tha road lil' momma
Outta control lil' momma
never know dis b'4, but damn you swole lil momma

[VERSE 1: Trina]

Like I said before, you don't nann hoe
who off tha chain like me, you understand hoe?
I got tha niggas at me, I got tha bitches at me
At the shows dyke hoes blowin kisses at me
Slow your roll hoe, Lil' Momma strictly dick
I'm the bitch that got you lame hoes poppin shit
I'm off tha glass, got these niggas trickin 20 G's
Lil' Momma gettin' plenty g's and I got 'em hollerin

[CHORUS 2x]

[VERSE 2: Trina]

Ain't no secret baby
you know lil' momma shinin'
BB studded, diamond's got these big ballers whinin'
You know lil' momma play
Nigga let them g's loose
Or rob that bank playboy
peel them g's loose
you know lil' momma baddest bitch on tha south coast
i got these buck niggas trickin' of their house note
cuz i'm off tha glass wit it
I'm gettin' cash with it
Pretty face, slim waist, phat ass wit it

[CHORUS- 2x]

[VERSE 3: Trick Daddy]

You off tha chain wit it, ha, off tha chain wit it,
off tha chain wit it
See i can tell by your smile,
Girl you got your freak game on,
got on these strap up heels, and your P thangs on
You got your hair all done
somebody ta watch your son
you off tha chain wit it
you slang your than you makin change wit it
for a lil cash
for a lil ass
for a lil' this
for a lil that
letme make this
letme take this
letme get that
I'm down wit it
I'll be up supportin' your cause
flirtin' all week long
i'll be rememberin' your walls

[CHORUS-1x]

[Trina]

Yeah I'm off tha chain wit it
I do my thang with it
Last year ya'll remember how i came wit it
uh, now i'm makin' hits again
Trinna&Trick again
Got you hatin' hoes sick again
And them niggas hollerin'

(feat. J-Shin)

[1 - J-Shin (Trina)]
You're the finest bitch I've ever seen
(That's right)
Looking like a ghetto queen
So call it ghetto fabulous
She the type of bitch I wanna bust
Said baby can I drop this please
In the tail from the back while smokin' trees
Hey sexy mama, playful eyes
Just tell me can you freak me right?

[Trina]
Yo, yo, uh Miss Trina Z3 Beamer
Open up my legs put your head in between em
Till I bust like lead from a heater
Make sure you got bread for the diva
Leave a niggas pockets dry like the cleaners
Fly by with the shine bright gleamers
Flossin' with the lime Via Spigas
Make it hurt with the H-Class pieces
I take back shots, take back shots
Get a nigga for his cake and his rocks
Positions that you've never even heard before
Twist around and ride a dick vertical, uh
Fine, looky here where the long dick niggas at?
Where them six figure stacks and the fifties at?
You're the average bitch, I got carats bitch
Hot with a ho cause I'm da baddest bitch

[J-Shin]
I got 69 ways to make you come my way
Those other bitches don't play
I do it 69 ways
I wanna get down with her
(Down with her)
I wanna get down with her
(Down with her)

[Trina]
Ghetto superstar
Niggas eat the pussy like a sushi bar
Never let a nigga hit the koochie raw
Might bust a nut on my Gucci bra
I guess you think you fuckin' with a hoochie huh?
Fat pussy lookin' juicy huh?
In this two piece Coogi huh?
You got twenty grand you can screw me huh?
Got a hundred grand we can make a movie huh?
I know you'll stick with me, cause your baby daddy trick with me
Cop rocks at Tiffany's
I make him fuck till his back stiff
Hid the stash in the mattress so I can shop at Sax Fifth
Fuck a nigga just for practice
Fake a nut like an actress give a fake address
Milk a nigga like a fat breast
Till there ain't no cash left
Shit I'm a bad bitch

ANEGL:CHILD COME ON

TRINA:I KNOW HE AINT COMING OVER HERE?

ANGEL:COME ON LET'S GO OVER THERE RAY READY

TRINA:I KNOW BUT CHILD LOOK AT HIM LOOK.

TRINA:LOOK AT HI SHOES GIRL

ANGEL:LET'S GO OVER THERE

TRINA:I HOPE HE DON'T COME OVER HERE HE IS SO TIRED HONEY

ANGEL:HE IS REAL TIRED

TRINA:I DON'T THINK SO!

ANGEL:WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ON HIS GRILL

TRINA:HE IS DEFINITELY A FASHION STATEMENT HONEY

ANGEL:WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ON HIS GRILL

TRINA:I DON'T KNOW BUT IT'S SHONUFF BLINDING ME.I KNOW HE BETTER NOT COME OVER
HERE

MAN:YO BABY WHATS UP CAN I BUY YOU A DRINK?

TRINA:YEAH WHAT EVER

ANGEL:YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TOLD HIM YEAH NOW HE GONNA THINK HE ALL THAT

TRINA:OH SHIT!HERE HE COME

MAN:HERE YOU GO BABY.YOU GOT THE FINEST GLASS OFF CHAMPAGENE J.ROGIE I'VE BEEN
WATCHING YOU ALL NIGHT.HOLD ON LET ME SIT RIGHT HERE

ANGEL:WE DID NOT INVITE YO ASS TO SIT DOWN

TRINA:SEE THAT'S WHY YOU CAN'T BE NICE TO NIGGAS IN DA CLUB NOW.

MAN:WHAT YOU MEAN BABY?

TRINA:FIRST OF ALL I'M NOT YOUR BABY (ANGEL:OK)SO GET YOUR TIRED CELL RAG
ICEBERG WEARING FOGGY DIAMOND CHEAP CHAMPAGENE BUYING ASS OUT MY FACE.
NIGGA YOU MUST BE DON'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM HOLD ON ANGEL BUY DIS NIGGA A
BOTTLE OF CRIS

ANGEL:OK!BROKE SCRUB ASS NIGGA

MAN:GIMME BACK MY DRINK THEN BITCH!

TRINA:WE GONNA SHOW YOU HOW TO BALL PLAYBOY

[Trina]
Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few

[Trina]
Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2

[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy!

[Trina]
It's beautiful
Roll with me playa
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

[24 Karatz]
Spittin game to a stallion
Sippin' on half a gallon
Ice medallion, iceburg Italian
Handlin' knots in the gamblin' spots
Gettin' loose with a twenty pack handlin' blocks
Hit a nigga in the head with the stainless steel
Slaning packs while the Po-po's changin' shifts
Caked up at the bar, nigga let all them hoes
It's the adominal snowman, everything frozen
Gettin' off glass with the Crissy crunk
Got three, four dike bitches pissy drunk
Got them hoes kissin' cunts and twistin' blunts
When them hoes get ghost I don't miss them stunts
Cause I pick up sluts in pickup trucks
Put dick down your throat bitch, hiccup nuts
Bitch what? I'mma give you some play
Out the exotic player clique and that 2-4-K

[Trina]
Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few

[Trina]
Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2

[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy!

[Trina]
It's beautiful
Roll with me playa
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Uh hoes envy, draped in a coat, fit me
In the Rolls Bentley sittin' on twenties
Hot girl, accent those
Dressed with stones, nigga caress my toes
Hoes wanna test my flows
Bitch let me be
I ain't chose the game ho
The game chose me
But yes froze me, rocks in my rosary
Sippin' Don P, the bar on me
All my girls drink Cris, think this
You a courdoroy ho, I'mma a mink bitch
So go on 'bout your business
Lick nuts, drink dicks
Your old tired ass, still draggin', freak bitch
Who's bad?
So I stay fitted
You wanna test Trina
Come on play with it
I know y'all wanna take my place
Cause I'm cute in the face
Phat in the ass, slim in the waist, uh

Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few

[Trina]
Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2

[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy!

[Trina]
It's beautiful
Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

[24 Karatz]
While y'all niggas spittin' the glock
I be ticklin' twat
Triplin' knots to see the villas and yachts
Call all the killas ya got
Bitches I'll clock a kill if I drop
Drink for my cot, cop me a Linc and a drop
Makin' a rock, and same day drill up your block
But on the flip side, why ya hate me?
Cause I'm gettin' head in England
No wedding ring band
Out the XL I creep in the four dot six van
Leave you in the dirt like it's quicksand
You mad cause you never brawl like you a six man
What is you foolish?
Hit you with the metal leave you clueless
Now you on the dash like Stacey
All actin' crazy, cause your main bitch wanna masturbate me
Do me R. Kelly, drink half my babies
Go ahead bitch, indulge, taste it, still hate me

[Trina]
Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few

[Trina]
Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2

[24 Karatz]
Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy!

[Trina]
It's beautiful
Roll with me playa
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

(feat. Twista)

[Chorus - Twista]
better watch yo back there boy
get on yo square or
my gun'll beat your chain
got the nigga figured out
showin you off tellin shit aint the same
go ahead and kick him out cut him up
catch him sleepin fuck him up
only he must not know your name
pimpin is a deadly game

[repeat Chorus]

[Trina]
oh nigga you mad now actin bad pullin out your gat
its not all you care about its cash so my feelings they asked out
and its so sad how I do fo you
be da woman come through fo you
when you do wrong police come through fo you
i even break the truth fo you
but the fact of the matter is
nigga you gon' love who you gon' love
you gon' trust who you gon' trust you gon' fuck
who you gon' fuck
but you wont trust me, no way no how
ya gotta give ya whole life fo a nigga nowadays
cant be in yo house cant even speak yo mouth
cant even beat him down why the fuck is this so
crazy, derranged that im into your thang
brings misery and pain
plus they call us lame bitches and heiffers and sluts
think your nut is gonna heal my bruises and battles and cuts
bitch y'all better get tough
and at the same time y'all better lock the game
and re-rock the game get a glock ready
sit back cock and aim
and try and stop the pain cuz ya got alot to gain
instead of sittin home waitin on niggas to call
puttin 911 in their beepers and all
we dont deserve this at all y'all

[Chorus - 2X]

[Trina]
nigga how you tame a bitch
talkin bout your game legit when you aint the shit?
then get wit a chick dont maintain a bitch you restrain a bitch
insecure niggas they blame a bitch then reign a bitch
get a ring try to rename a bitch get an attitude
play games with the dick and try to tame a bitch
y'all niggas better critically acclaim a bitch
you call we come take it like a champ drink all your cum
do a lot of shit ive never done so i keep my cool
cuz i aint the one to start actin up
cuz he even beat us from backin up
i wanna pack my stuff but mama said i cant come back to her
oh lord so I had keep askin ya
for help outta situations killin up my whole life
I'm in love with a thug and he aint treatin my soul right
and i know i dont see him uh dont need him
shit fuck him and feed him
fish stuck him and leave him quick shit...

[Chorus - 2X]

[Trina]
if you're a nigga with no love and dont want no bitch
Dont see no bitch dont need no bitch
then dont tease no bitch shit
cuz we dont need to be
fucked up mentally like a dumb ho
breakin out all your windows
tell the po-po's bout your do-po's oh no
I can get my own shit my own nigga my own dick
I dont need a nigga thinkin that he own a bitch
cuz he bought me shit
7 whole days aint call a bitch shit
nigga shoulda stayed right where he was at
cuz the nigga layed right where he was at
the nigga shoulda died right where he was at
better watch yo back

(feat. Deuce Poppito)

[Deuce Poppito]
Lil momma you off glass

[Trina]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I know you like the way I shake that, drop that
Cock back, make the pussy pop back
Fuck a nigga in a Benz with the top back
If you lyin on your dick, nigga stop that
You wanna fuck me for free, nigga freeze that
Show me where them D's at, lil momma needs that
I need a nigga who gonna lick on the clit
Who gonna pay all my bills
Who gonna trick on the rent

[Deuce Poppito]
Well damn lil momma, can you swallow my dick?
Can you keep that pussy poppin like a bottle of Cris?

[Trina]
Hell yeah cause you know lil momma about it for sure
Cause off glass is my motto, my motto

[Trina and Deuce Poppito]
If you got plenty cash, in your Chanel bag, baby you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
If you a high priced bitch with that ice round your wrist, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when your back in the club and pop that pussy for them thugs,
Lil' mama You off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when you gettin plenty bread and got that fire, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass

[Deuce Poppito]
Lil momma got in goin on like the candy and chrome
Off glass in cut with no panties on
I don't know lil momma, it's just somethin about ya
That make a nigga wanna fuck the dog shit out ya
Do your thing lil momma go in twerk it bitch
When Deuce Poppito see what you workin with
In that see-thru shit with your nipples hard
That shit gotta nigga dick triple hard

[Trina]
Yeah I know playboy
It's just somethin about me
It take a real nigga to bring the freak up out me
Turn out the lights and slip up out me
Ain't nann size dick you could keep out me

[Deuce Poppito]
Well damn lil momma, can you swallow my dick?
Can you keep that pussy poppin like a bottle of Cris?

[Trina]
Hell yeah cause you know lil momma about it for sure
Cause off glass is my motto, my motto

[Trina and Deuce Poppito]
If you got plenty cash, in your Chanel bag, baby you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
If you a high priced bitch with that ice round your wrist, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when your back in the club and pop that pussy for them thugs,
Lil' mama You off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when you gettin plenty bread and got that fire, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass

[Trina]
I know you like the way I bounce that, strip that, flip back
Make the pussy drip back
Niggas cryin like they broke, I ain't with that
You better break a bitch off like a kit-kat
I know you like the way lil momma mack work, your stack worth it
I'mma fuck you till your back hurt
I'm gettin grands hoe, you don't know nann hoe
That'll stay fitted down to the sandals
I know you like the way I throw that, slang that
In MI, that's where I got my game at
I'm Da Baddest Bitch, can't nothin' change that?
Every nigga that I fucked, they done came back

[Deuce Poppito]
Well damn lil momma, can you swallow my dick?
Can you keep that pussy poppin like a bottle of Cris?

[Trina]
Hell yeah cause you know lil momma about it for sure
Cause off glass is my motto, my motto

[Trina and Deuce Poppito]
If you got plenty cash, in your Chanel bag, baby you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
If you a high priced bitch with that ice round your wrist, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when your back in the club and pop that pussy for them thugs,
Lil' mama You off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when you gettin plenty bread and got that fire, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
If you got plenty cash, in your Chanel bag, baby you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
If you a high priced bitch with that ice round your wrist, you off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when your back in the club and pop that pussy for them thugs,
Lil' mama You off glass
Ah-hah, lil' mama you off glass
And when you gettin plenty bread and got that fire, you off glass

dialing.....
ringing.....
hi this is trina and you've dialed the right number but deffinty at the wrong
time
so if you want me you must convince me..(well i'll be damed, listen to that
little bitch)
at the beep leave a message..maybe i'll call you maybe i wont choa...BEEP!

convice you, bitch before you got with those slip n slide niggas you was all
over me
now you..con...maybe you....bitch please you dont need a nigga no more huh?

(feat. Trick Daddy)

[Trina]
See I don't need Nann Nigga
Jockin' me, slowing me down
Or stoppin' me
Climbing all on top of me
If he ain't gonna fuck me properly
It's got to be, possibly
A dick that ain't too soft for me
Nigga get your ass up off of me
Besides your dick to small for me
I gots to be fucked right, sucked right
In the butt right like a slut like
In the bright lights, every day all night
Now talk to me, why you fuck me violently?
Calling me names that apply to me
Cumming all inside of me
Don't lie to me, now tell the truth
Is this pussy good to you?
Grip for you, good and tight
But full of juice
Why wouldn't you?
Why shouldn't you?
Scream while I am riding you
Over you making this pussy stroke for you
Like your bitch supposed to do
Close to you and I'm feeling most of you
Deep for me, we can meet
Fuck me till I fall asleep
Not unless there three nuts for me
Or get your ass up off of me
Ol' tired ass nigga besides
You ain't even all that any way
FUCK YOU!

[1 - Trick Daddy]
Bitch I don't need you
No way, no how, not then, not now
Uh-uh, bitch

[Repeat 1 (3x)]

[Trick Daddy]
Oh you done blowed
Bitched you done showed out
And I got no beef
If this was my house bitch
You would've been thrown out
And y'all bitches better hold up
Simmer down and get the fours up
Mouth all tored up
All this is swolled up
Y'all bitches better show some love
Or your licking these nuts saying that freaky stuff
And you ain't gotta have the best head
But bitch it better be close enough
See I don't need ya, I don't see ya
And I really won't wanna be ya
If head is nappy and you boppin' me
Young bitch then that's illegal
You always braggin' and beggin'
Talkin' 'bout what the last nigga gave ya
See everybody ain't able
But y'all bitches so ungrateful
You need to ask questions about dushy
Cause I hate the smell of stank pussy
And you're under arms a little musky
I was gonna spare ya but you had to push me

(feat. Tre+6)

[Money Mark]
Gotta, Uh, got feel that shit,
Uh, you gotta feel that shit

[Hook:]

[Money Mark]
Let me tell you what kinda hoes I like

[Trina]
Let me tell you what kinda niggas i like

[Money Mark]
I'ma tell you what kinda hoes I like

[Trina]
Let me tell you what kinda niggas I like...

[Chorus: Trina & Money Mark]

I wanna nigga who'll lick the click,
Gone let me ride the dick, and blow in side my shit,uhh

I want a bitch who like ta' suck da dick,
Who wanna fuck and shit, get in the buck and shit, what
[repeat]

[Verse 1: Trina]

Nigga, I'ma first class hoe, money in the stash hoe
fast hoe, love it when you like tha ass hole
And if you wanna pass go
I need 20 grand or better
Real go getter out for the flo' getter
Uh, quick cum niggas on the coach
Stick ya tongue in it, keepin' ya sprung in it
Stops and bounds might let ya cum in it
Girlfriends do, I do too!, O ones in it
When it, gets wet I won't tease ya dog
Spreading da couchie wide come and please me dog
Easy dog, what, I don't need jake's like you
Bitch I got 8 like you,
Who'll like it, get it wet and then stick it
I'm da type of hoe you wanna trick wit, slick bitch
I'ma veteran, no pussy gets wetter than
Than Rio, fuck you fo' da dope for sho'

[Chorus 2x - Money Mark first]

[Verse 2: Money Mark]

I ain't never meet a hoe in my life as bad as you
I wanna stick dick all up in you, I wanna fuck wit you
(ohhhh!) You got a nigga ready ta' fuck
You gotta nigga ready to bust a nutt, say what?
Is you bout it hoe, (hell yeah)
Well you can tell me all about it, let me know
Cause I'm a rough nigga, Money Mark the tough nigga
Fuck butt naked no motherfuckin' bluff nigga
Fuck, got the urge to run away wit' ya boo
I won't play wit you boo,
I'll get head in the bed all day from ya boo
I don't need hoes like you
Bitch I got five like you,
Who'll fuck it, pull it out and then suck it
Let my dog touch it, get it wet, bust it
Money Mark, and yeah my last name Digaler
Stank couchie hoes I can't get wit cha no sir

[Chorus 2x]

[???]
If you really wanna fuck, and you wanna get a nutt
Tell that girl to give it up my nigga, my nigga
Now all the ladies in the place, puttin' pussy in my face
Come on and let me get a taste now baby, now baby

[Co]
Now let me hear ya say, "I fuck" (I fuck)
And say I fuck (I fuck) [repeat 4x]
And say U fuck, and say we fuck, and say I fuck,
Now all my niggas say...

[Chorus 4x]

[Trina]
Uh, yeah
This goes out to all my girls
All around the world
You got a good man
Y'all feel me on this, uh yo, yo, yo

I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you

[Trina]
Yo I used to think I ain't need a man
Had one ain't see the man
I was so conceited then
But I'm older now
Doing my thing, what ya told me now
Brought closer to show me how
And I'm in love with a baller now
Treat him right cause that's all I got
The good dick had me falling out
And I love the freaky things he be saying
And the names he be calling out
Yeah and he knows how to treat me
Eats me when he freaks me
The real one and his cum tastes so sweet
Rough sex to a slow beat
As he holds me and pokes me
And the beat won't stop, the bass don't drop
Till I climb on top of his cock and close shop
Make his toes lock
While y'all hoes jock
See you got me callin'

I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you

[Trina]
Yeah that nigga don't bought me things
But that nigga done taught me things
How to maintain, respect the game
Save my change and even showed me some crazy things
And we exchanged our favorite things
I got inside his fantasies
Cause them things was the middle of me
Climaxin' on the canopy
Well this freak put his hand inside of me
Unsolved mystery
Thinkin' 'bout gets me all wet
And I'm pissed he ain't called yet
I guess good sex is what you call it
And I'll know he'll call back
So I'mma just go cook for the man
Shake up crooks and do the books for the man
Makin' the cheese you done took from the man
If the sex is good I'mma hook the man
Even if he's a veteran

If I go on my way without you
Oh how can I go?
If I go on my way without you
Oh where will I go?

I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always
Come back to you
I'll always

Mama I wanna thank you
For sharing your blessings upon me
Taking time to understand the lady I wanna be

Yes mama
Mama I wanna thank you
For sharing your blessings upon me
Taking time to understand the lady I wanna be

This cold world had me num the pain like novacaine
Till mama sat me down unfold the gate
Showed me the straight path through the narrow lane
Sunshine after rain the joy of pain
Mama you raised a good girl dont worry
You used to say take it slow trina dont hurry
Use to tuck me in with the bedtime story
Now I grown up and you still there for me
My shoulder to lean on
You kept my dreams goin
I owe it all to you me now I got the green flowing
And im gon always be yo baby
And I cant never repay you for all the things that you gave me
You raised me to be a lady
And you scoot me to the game so them niggas couldnt play me
You was more than a mother you was a friend
The greatest love of all comes from within
I know ill never kknow love like this again
And beneath my wings you was the wind
I love you like none other
Cause you can only live your whole life but only get one mother

Being there for me through the thick and thin
More than a mother your my best friend
Look within and take yo place

Sometimes I wanna run to ya
Through the ups and downs I know I can still come to ya
I think bout the things I done to ya
But through all the drama I know I'm still number one to ya
Uh, look at how far you brought me
All the things you have taught me
Money couldnt bought me
You never wanted us to make the same mistakes
When the game got high and they raised the stakes
You was still in my corner to press the brace
Till I'm ready in yo arms you kept me safe
Through the thick and thin im gon be there for ya
I say a prayer for ya
Lord knows I care for ya
Through hard times we got strong or mother to daughter
When I was weak you was my bridge over trouble water
Can't nobody replace you
I'm forever faithful
For you mama im grateful
Your baby girl is a reflection of you
I thank the lord up above cause he blessed me with you, uh
I love you like none other
Cause you can live your whole life but you can only get one mother

(yes mama)
mama I wanna thank you
For sharing your blessings upon me (oh mama)
Taking time to understand

(feat. Pamela Long)

[Pamela Long]
Playa, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah

[1 - Pamela Long]
Take me place where I ain't gotta be sexy
Just so I can be considered a lady
Please tell me why the world is so shady, baby
I wanna go to a world where I ain't gotta be a freak ho
Just so I can be noticed by people
Please tell me if you know
Because I wanna go, wanna go, yeah, yeah

[Trina]
Why is it lately?
These jealous hoes gotta hate me
Niggas won't give me no space
They suffocate me
I try to be myself niggas won't let me
They'd rather sweat me
Ice, freeze, and briget me
But I ain't impressed with your hot car
Nigga I ain't got the lock jaws
I ain't fixin' to drop draw's
These niggas chase me like a cop-cop
In and out the Char' bottle
They wanna ball with a hot star
They offer me grands for one night stands
Fuck that one night plan
I'm looking for that one right man
To save the day, wrap me in his arms
Take me away, late plight till the break in the day
Come on

[Repeat 1]

[Trina]
Take me to a place where all my girls on top
Take me to a place where all the Benzes drop top
Take me to a place where I ain't gotta trick for grands
Take me to a place where my friend won't fuck my man
Take me to a place where it's women with no hoes
Take me to a place where the thugs get early parole
Take me to a place where we ball, buying cases
Diamond faces, united with all races
Take me to a place where ain't no chalk traces or court cases
Or black faces on front pages
Take me to a place where the haters don't hate
Take me away, Lord knows I can't wait, come on

[Repeat 1]

[Trina]
Every day I gotta let it go
And spend the money on the one way ticket
To a world where shit is better yo
I be the same but a better ho
And do a version of Nann with Kirk Franklin for the chedda yo
They'll show my video on VH1, diva week
Me, Whitney, then Aretha speak
I be on top of the world and still be a freak
Although I'm doing my thing
I see I gotta eat cause where I'm from
Life ain't sweet

[Repeat 1]

[Pamela Long]
Take me, take me baby
Where I wanna go baby
I don't wanna be a freak ho
No more, more
Take me, take me baby
Where I wanna go baby
I don't wanna be a freak ho
No more, more

Whoop!
Huh?
What that bitch got all that ass for?
Man pull that hoe over that bitch gotta get a ticket

[1 - Trick Daddy]
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass is too fat

[Repeat 1 (3x)]

[Trina]
Dumps in the truck
Thighs like what?
Ain't nann hoe got more booty in the butt
Sisqo made that song when he seen me in a
THONG! TH-THONG! THONG! THONG!
I know you like the way the booty go
Like a pro
Slip him off the bed, throw him on the floor
Turn on the cameras start the freak show
This ass even make Black Rob say whoa
I got a fat ass playa nigga can't pass up
Juvenile couldn't even back this azz up
Bone don't you know lil' mama fully loaded
I got a fat ass and I know how to tote it
You wanna fuck?
Twenty g's for the nut
Keys to the mansion, keys to the truck
What? Y'all know what's up
Ain't nann hoe got more booty in the trunk

[Repeat 1 (4x)]

Who got more ass than the average bitch?
You know it's the baddest bitch
Number ten in the face slim in the waist
Fat in the ass, do you want a taste?
Pop to the bass I'mma make ya drop
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Trina fixin' ta make ya hot
Uh me and the girls hit the club and clown
Going back to the old school, Dodo Brown
M-I-A-M-I baby
Slip 'n' Slide and I'm going crazy
Cause my shit firm and tight, just right
And if the price is right I just might

[Repeat 1 (4x)]

Off glass with it
Fat ass with it
Gettin' cash with it
I throw my back in it yeah
And I'mma shake what my mama gave me
Lil' mama don't play so you gotta pay me
I'm da baddest bitch you got to admit that
69 ways? You know I went that!
And I'mma shake my money maker
I'mma shake this thing like a salt shaker
Cause ain't nothing wrong with the bump and grind
When I do this thing up, jump behind
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Ride like a chuchoo train
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Lil' mama fixin' ta do this thing
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Front, back, side to side
(Whoop! Whoop!)
That's how ya slip 'n' slide
What's up lil' daddy
Trick a fat sack
Representin' for my girls with the fat back

[Repeat 1 (4x)]

Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!