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trina - actin up (remix) lyrics

[intro: trina]
yeah, yeah, yeah
turn the lights on
b-tch!
matter of fact turn the lights off
sh-t might blind you
trina! baddest b-tch, yeah

[hook:]
these n-ggas be actin’ up
these n-ggas be actin’ up
these n-ggas be actin’ up
and these hoes be lettin’ em
these n-ggas be actin’ up
these n-ggas be actin’ up
these n-ggas be actin’ up
and these hoes be lettin’ em

[trina:]
yeah, these n-ggas be actin’ up
and y’all hoes been lettin’ em
i break your favorite rapper, then replace his -ss
why y’all groupies be sweating him
i’ll suppress his face til’ he asphyxiate
i’ll detonate and i’m taxing them
it’s money over everything, f-ck these n-ggas
imma make ’em spend it all til’ the mall close
supreme b-tch
and y’all bum hoes
my mortgage paid
and y’all foreclosed
that n-gga in the strip club and he f-cking your friends
you in denial, like
what he gotta lie for?
i’m a bad b-tch
and my bag sick
and i ain’t never, ever f-ck a n-gga basic
i make him take me to the bank
pull up in a bentley
and he never, ever gonna stick
a d-ck up in me
these n-ggas be acting up
and y’all hoes need to get tough
see i’m in the ghost
and i’m backin’ up
you hoes lame
and i’m smart as f-ck
i’m swerving porsches
and giving courses
how to lock that n-gga
know half his corpus
mgc we up in the building
and we leavin’ ya’ll n-ggas with no more choices

[hook:]
(3d na’tee: yo trina what it is?
they already know what is when i’m in this b-tch
the queen bee, na’tee!)

[verse 2: 3d na’tee:]
boy you f-cking with a diva
i don’t save these dog -ss n-ggas
who i look like, peta?
get to ya knees like when you’re talking to jesus
gimme head, when you finish you can get your sneakers
bye!
my heart coal like keyshia
i wouldn’t give you a spoon
if you was having a seizure
only f-ck with you on my leisure
open my legs and get my eggs?
b-tch, this ain’t easter!
i could take a ho man, trust me!
while you chasin’ little boys like sandusky
he trickin’ dough, try to knock me off
he got a better chance trying to hit the powerball
sweepstakes, for pete sake
like diddy b-tch, i just want cheesecake
why you treat f-ck n-ggas like a keepsake
when he call my phone, all he hear is
please wait..

[hook:]

[lola monroe:]
how you acting up in the acura?
my vernaculars speak in stamps only
i p-ss ports (p-ssports) with them lands on me
this -ss gotten (ascot) in france homie
f-ck boy, i mean f-ck boys!
i got a boy best friend that f-ck boys
and he told me bout the sneaky ones
that like it in the booty
so they turn and do the kiki
doing anything for loubies
see, these n-ggas, be acting up
and ya weak b-tches still shacking up
i got deep dishes on that platinum
land o’ lay screaming, begging them
d-ck ridin’, this wrist brightin’ this b-tch bitin’ and still hypin’
i spit lightnin’, they despisin’ but despitin’ it’s inticin’
i’m coming!
if the money was atheist
i’d still get across (a cross)
employ these b-tches
i still been a boss
pro!
my league never had a play for a late b-tch rookie
and these n-ggas drier than a fake b-tch p-ssy
a cup of rose maybach chauffeured
i ain’t hanging up sh-t
unless the rack sold furs
and the black sewed hurr (hair)
i’m a black nola

[hook:]

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