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trina - back to me lyrics

[verse 1: trina]
out of order, shop closed, no more free throws
and it ain’t no more, l!ckin’ in his speed coat
know better, do better
had it real good, rap b-tch with her own trend setter
i never asked him for sh-t
basic -ss n-gga, really wasn’t ’bout sh-t
man, i’m tired of puttin’ these n-ggas on and makin’ ’em famous
they be sayin’ they love me, then they doin’ the same sh-t
these n-ggas wanna be me, girl, he want the fame
wanna be on tv, man, what’s wrong with him?
i be watchin’ they moves and i be tellin’ my b-tches
man, he be thinkin’ i’m clueless, so i’m out for his riches
man, karma be a b-tch
didn’t get far, these n-ggas thinkin’ they sl!ck
then they come back crawlin’ and sh-t
n-ggas lost everythin’, now they on they d-ck

[pre-hook: trina]
n-gga, i don’t wanna talk
i erased all your math, social media blocked
and it ain’t my fault
you got caught in the web, what the f-ck you thought?
ain’t no b-tch that better than me
i’m young moses, i could part any sea
so think twice when you checkin’ for me
’cause it ain’t no comin’ back, i’m a real og

[hook: dyna edyne]
you wanted to leave, baby
but see i don’t need you, baby
don’t you come runnin’ back to me
runnin’ back to me
don’t you come runnin’ back to me
runnin’ back to me
you wanted to leave, baby
but see i don’t need you, baby
don’t you come runnin’ back to me
runnin’ back to me
don’t you come runnin’ back to me
runnin’ back to me

[verse 2: trina]
see the face on 10, body on 10
and the bank account on win
they see me in the field, man, i’m stashin’ them commas
i pull up on these n-ggas in the flyin’ saucer
buyin’ that n-gga, became my own boss
no bra, t-tties out, b-tch, i think i’m rick ross
think i’m big meech, make chop like bruce lee
and the last thing you should think, a b-tch sleep
my game on fleek
and your new b-tch, she homeless chic
i laugh at it ’cause she’s a small matter
i live a high rise, her section 8 chatter
and you ain’t no better
thinkin’ these hoes gon’ make you better, what a f-ck n-gga?
lil n-gga, go and play with these hoes
’cause you ain’t in my league, n-gga, i ball with pros

- trina lyrics

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