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trina - ain't shit lyrics

chorus: repeat 2x
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, but hoes and tricks
l!ck tha pearl tongue n-gga keep tha d-ck
get tha f-ck out after i c-m
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 att-tudes n-gga, who needs you?
huh, you got your dirty -ss feet on my couch
and smokin motherf-ckin weed in my house
is you sick yo?
i want you to get him and your dogs
to stop grabbin doorn0bs, and hustlein and robbin
and job, or get tha f-ck out of dodge (you heard that?)
you eat me to sleep, you don’t even deserve that
cause i’m a bank roll havin b-tch
mercedes benz 6- double o havin b-tch, i’m fabulous
and immaculate with nice curves
i game hers for the furs, and the iceberg
you got nerves, old broke -ss, not havin no doe -ss
slow -ss, stayin on my porch -ss, yo yay your -ss n-gga
you fake b-tch, you make women hate d-ck, cuz you ain’t sh-t

chorus

(lois lane)
you that same old n-gga
with tha same low figures
‘cept the lies gettin bigga
and the s-x lacks the vigor
got used to the quickies, now your -ss is just wack
tryin to f-ck my girl, behind my back, imagine 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 perpin 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 d-ck 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 b-tch to fl!ck
from waistline to the bottom, you know n-ggas ain’t sh-t

chorus

(trina)
you ain’t sh-t 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 d-ck, you back in ballin -ss
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, taste the cl-t
and y’all p-ssy l!ckin and sh-t
wanna go low on me like a bas-m-nt?
that’s why i don’t see none of y’all
you better reconize b-tch, while i sit in front of y’all
i don’t owe you sh-t, n-gga you owe me
i’m bout to change the locks, n-gga keep the gold key
you better get your sh-t, take it to your mamy house
i’m bout to show you what a b-tch from miami bout
you got me f-cked up, n-gga ain’t no free nut
unless you comin vvs marquis cut

chorus (repeat til end)

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