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Trina

"Ain't sh*t"

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n*ggas ain't sh*t, but hoes and tricks
Lick tha pearl tongue n*gga keep tha di*k
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 attitudes n*gga, who needs you?
Huh, you got your dirty ass 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 doornobs, 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 ass, not havin no doe ass
Slow ass, stayin on my porch ass, yo yay your ass n*gga
You fake b*tch, you make women hate di*k, 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 sex lacks the vigor
Got used to the quickies, now your ass 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 di*k 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 flick
From waistline to the bottom, you know n*ggas ain't sh*t

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(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 di*k, you back in ballin ass
n*ggas ain't sh*t, taste the clit
And y'all pus*y lickin and sh*t
Wanna go low on me like a basement?
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

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