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Trina - Niggas Ain't Shit Lyrics

Trina - Niggas Ain't Shit Video

(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 to sleep 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, sleepin' on my floor ass, no 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, sensors 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
They say, 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 flip
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 wit 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 door key
You better get your shit, take it to your mamy house
Let me show you what a bitch from Miami bout
You got me fucked up, nigga ain't no free nut
Unless you comin VVS marquis cut
 
(Chorus (repeat til end)
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Trina - I'll Always Lyrics

Trina - I'll Always Video

(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
Come back to you
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Trina - Pull Over Lyrics

Trina - Pull Over Video

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 too fat
Whoop! Whoop!
Pull over that ass 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 nann nigga can't pass up
Juvenile couldn't even back this azz up
Bone don't you know lil' mama fully loaded
I got a fat ass and I know how to tote it
You wanna fuck?
Twenty g's for the nut
Keys to the mansion, keys to the truck
What? Y'all know what's up
Ain't nann hoe got more booty in the butt
(Repeat 1 (4x)
 
Who got more ass than the average bitch?
(Whoop! Whoop!)
You know it's the baddest bitch
Number ten in the face slim in the waist
Fat in the ass, do you wanna 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, Doo-doo Brown
M-I-A-M-I baby
Slip 'n' Slide got em' goin' crazy
Cause my shit firm and tight, just right
And if the price is right I just might
 
(Repeat 1 (4x)
 
I'm fast 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 with 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 boot this thing up, jump behind
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Ride it 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!
Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop
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