trina - killing you hoes lyrics
ah ah ah yep yep yep
the baddest b-tch is back,
i’m back part 2, part 2
i’m reloaded and i’m killin you hoes
[chorus: x2]
you see dat outfit b-tch
i’m killin you hoes
cute face and -ss swoll
i’m killin you hoes
i got the best p-ssy out
i’m killin you hoes
and ain’t non you can do about
i’m killin you hoes
i don’t care what a b-tch think or how a hoe feel
cause ain’t nann one of you hoes payin my bills
and ain’t nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib
and ain’t nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip
i know i must make a lot of ya’ll hoes sick
and all i can tell you hoes, get used to it b-tch!
cause ms. trina the baddest as it f-ckin get
and i don’t sweat n-gg-s and i don’t fight over d-ck
so while you f-ckin for free, i’m tryna get rich
and don’t you cross that line cause i get hot quick
and if you do it’s gonna be me & u up in this b-tch
and i’m gonna show you why they call me the baddest b-tch
[chorus x2]
you see dat outfit b-tch (b-tch)
and you know what it costs
look at how my -ss poke out when i walk
cause your n-gg- wanna f-ck me it ain’t my fault
and my p-ssy sit up real nice in ma shorts
hate or love it, cause you broke hoes gonna talk
and i can go in any club and shut that b-tch down
and i can come to your city and make it my town
so when you see me hoe you better smile and don’t frown
cause i got a couple of my dawgs that ready to clamp
and you’d be best off sittin your tired -ss down
and all you jealous -ss hoes better move round
and ask these hoes in dade how it gets down
[chorus x2]
the topic of discussion, i can f-ck whoever i want
look at me b-tch i got everything you hoes want
i can f-ck a n-gg- in the bentley or a n-gg- in the dump
you get your money in pieces i get mines in a lump
you only ballin on weekends,
i’m ballin the whole month
i’m just a hood b-tch,
rich suburbia cash,
a little fly -ss chick who got alota cl-ss
i wanna spend your money n-gg- and put mine in a stash
you got me f-cked up cause trina gonna have the last laugh
get your hustling hoe, look like your doin bad
you lost alota weight sh-t, you fallin off fast
i feel sorry for ya’ might let you borrow some -ss
[chorus x2]
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