2004 shit
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You know the name
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(Ahhhhhhh) Trina!
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This is a world premiere
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Trina, talk to 'em
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[Chorus]
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Pick it up
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You don't wanna see me heated y¡¯all (pick it up)
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You don't wanna see me heated y¡¯all (pick it up)
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You don't wanna see me heated y¡¯all (tell me why girl)
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Bitch I¡¯ll fuck yo ass up
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(Repeat 1x)
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[Trina]
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Bad bitch from the South keep shit locked
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Any bitch run her mouth will get dropped
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See me ride in the six, dropped
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You ain't heard, my nookie so good it could resurrect 'Pac
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Trina ride on a track, never take a pit stop
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You only on the radio cuz' you fucked a disc jock
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It¡¯s Saturday, let the Cris pop
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Me and Lil' Bre, Von Dutch, head to the Flip-Flops
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Hop out of the G-5 and on to the jet
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You in that Nissan, that¡¯s why you don't get respect
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Everywhere I go, I got cameras flashin'
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You the preview, I¡¯m the main attraction
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Yes ya man is watchin', you gettin' all mad
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Ya' heart beat fast every time I walk past
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My head real hard, but I got a soft ass
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I play the sweet role
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Don¡¯t make me get off glass
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[Chorus]
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[Trina]
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Shit can't stop, freaky BG¡¯s, wit' da matchin' tanktop
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Tell me I ain't hot
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If you think not lang hoe catch shots
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This nigga thinkin' I¡¯m sweatin' his Rolex watch
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You need more than that, to get in my thighs
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A car that fly, maybe a house in the sky
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I know you wanna beat it up right quick
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And I was the first bitch Kobe cheated on his wife wit'
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Tight shit, Diamond Princess
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Don¡¯t be the first name on my hit list
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Trust me, that¡¯s not a good look
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I¡¯m a Vet, you a Rook, hoes better get shook
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Bitch, go and read a book
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Find somethin' to slob
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You workin' my nerves like a part time job
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5 years in the game, still undefeated
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We can do the damn thing, don't get me heated
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[Chorus]
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[Trina]
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Miss Trina, ahead of the game
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Act up, hoes better get ready for pain
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No talk, I don't let 'em explain
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Off the chain from that city in the South
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Wit' or with are the same
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Drunk niggas in the club, stay spittin' they game
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He wanna make sweet love
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But I¡¯d rather they brains
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Better eat it 'til I can't walk straight
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And if Chingy ever tried, he'll prolly talk straight
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I¡¯m that bitch that you hate, gettin' paid to rap
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Busta forgot his rhymes when I made it clap
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I¡¯m the first girl to put Dade on the map
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I touch my toes, ya' man came in his lap
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Hypno and Cris might have me fuckin' tonight
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And if you can't feel this, you ain't touchin' it right (shhhit)
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I know Cali got my back
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And when you turn it up
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And hit the lights, bitch watch ya' back
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Heated
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| Trina |
