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trina - hot commodity lyrics

(feat. rick ross)

[talking: trina]
yeah, that’s that real sh-t, feel me (feel me)
lay back maybach, ugh

[chorus:]
up in this p-ssy feel better than the lottery
don’t lie to me i’m a hot commodity
six figures from the n-gg- cause he got to be
don’t lie to me; i’m what you try to be

[verse 1: trina]
i’m a big girl not a little girl
i had a real man
moving real girl
we was real close
he had real money
all he ever asked “never steal from me”
that was real sh-t
i’m a real b-tch
he told me stay real and i’m a make you real rich
back to reality
is this real?
big house on the hill far from lincoln field. (ohh)
i’m so hood, yet i wouldn’t stay
couldn’t name a price that the n-gg- wouldn’t pay
snap my fingers he’ll be over here today
if i asks, he’ll rub my feet for days

[chorus:]
cause up in this p-ssy feel better than the lottery
don’t lie to me i’m a hot commodity
six figures from the n-gg- cause he got to be
don’t lie to me; i’m what you try to be
mirror, mirror on the wall
who is the baddest of them all?
don’t lie to me i’m a hot commodity [x2]
mirror, mirror on the wall
who is the baddest of them all?
there was a rubble tubble 5 minutes it lasted
you the b-tch in the flyest fashions

[verse 1: rick ross]
pull up to the crib, park on the gr-ss
the boy so trill, spark up the gr-ss
she’s so real with all kind a -ss
and 6 inch heels with lv bags
the g’s in the g’s
so g’s on the g’s
she’s so high cl-ss
i need nor st–ze
cover girl centerfold (fold) got me spendin doe (doe)
i ain’t trippin tho
cause ya boy dealin dope (dope)
before i heard, i didn’t kiss to much (naw)
but right now
i need a b-tch to crush (come here)
crib so plush (plush)
b-tch don’t blush (blush)
20 stacks outta town
just yo luck (boss)
cause up in that p-ssy feel better than the lottery
don’t lie to me yeah you a hot commodity
six figures i give ya just to ride with me (ride)
why fly coach? babygirl ride with me

cause up in this p-ssy feel better than the lottery
don’t lie to me i’m a hot commodity
six figures from a n-gg- cause he got to be
don’t lie to me; i’m what you try to be
mirror, mirror on the wall
who is the baddest of them all?
don’t lie to me i’m a hot commodity [x2]
mirror, mirror on the wall
who is the baddest of them all?
there was a rubble tubble 5 minutes it lasted
you the b-tch in the flyest fashions

[verse 2:]
smell the fragrances, it’s unforgettable
had a hoes haten daten back to middle school
apple bottom jeans, boots with tha fur
might cause a blur so is it really her? (is it her)
leave ya man like mmmmm….
i’m done when i c-m
cause up in this p-ssy feels better than the lottery
don’t lie to me i’m a hot commodity
dada county, up to tallah-ssee
atlanta these n-gg- be getting at me
philly, d.c., ny to chi town
quick stop in new orleans and d-mn near drowned (ugh)
but a b-tch so fly
i don’t need no front
i live in tha sky
deal with big money
can you deal with a dime?
i’m lookin in ya eyes, betta not tell a lie

- trina lyrics

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