Trina Lyrics
Trina Lyrics
"Niggas Ain't Shit Lyrics"
Me and Yr Sister Lyrics
I say hello to your sister Shes the one that I want I hear shes got a pocket full of angels I tell her I'll be her mirror And we pretend that we're virgins A silver lining stay on golden roses Cut the skin, but you won't bruise it 'Cause they're girls, and they know how to use it Born to kill, unfo
I say hello to your sister Shes the one that I want I hear shes got a pocket full of angels I tell her I'll be her mirror And we pretend that we're virgins A silver lining stay on golden roses Cut the skin, but you won't bruise it 'Cause they're girls, and they know how to use it Born to kill, unfo
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Niggas ain't shit, but hoes and tricks
Lick tha pearl tongue nigga keep tha dick
Get tha fuck out after I cum
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 nigga, who needs you?
Huh, you got your dirty ass feet on my couch
and smokin motherfuckin weed in my house
Is you sick yo?
I want YOU to get him and your dogs,
to stop grabbin doornobs, and hustle and rob
or job, get tha fuck out of dodge (you heard that?)
You eat me this evenin, you don't even deserve that
cause I'm a bank roll havin bitch
Mercedes Benz 6- double o havin b
Tip Your Hat Lyrics
Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah. Marty Robbins - El Paso; Waylon Jennings - Ramblin' Man; Roger Miller - King of the Road; Merle Haggard - The Way I Am. Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; W
itch, I'm fabulousMr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah. Marty Robbins - El Paso; Waylon Jennings - Ramblin' Man; Roger Miller - King of the Road; Merle Haggard - The Way I Am. Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; W
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 nigga
you fake bitch, you make women hate dick, cuz you ain't shit
Chorus
[Lois Lane]
You that same old nigga
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 fuck my girl, behind my back, imajin 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 y
Fight Lyrics
I've been so outta touch Not that it Matters much Because i'm back in there and playing the same game Come up for air and I gotta see That another year walked out on me Another line on my face and i start to look my age It's a fight each day Wake up, you've got to see This aint a game, No victory Just a cons
ou're poppin much gameI've been so outta touch Not that it Matters much Because i'm back in there and playing the same game Come up for air and I gotta see That another year walked out on me Another line on my face and i start to look my age It's a fight each day Wake up, you've got to see This aint a game, No victory Just a cons
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 dick tips away
Basically, 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 bitch to flick
from waistline to the bottom, you know niggas ain't shit
Chorus
[Trina]
You ain't shit to me yo
I'm spendin grands down
The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range Lyrics
You have a natural tendency To squeeze off a shot You're good fun at parties You wear the right masks You're old but you still Like a laugh in the locker room You can't abide change And you're home on the range You opened the suitcase Behind the old workings To show off the magnum You deafened the can
in RioYou have a natural tendency To squeeze off a shot You're good fun at parties You wear the right masks You're old but you still Like a laugh in the locker room You can't abide change And you're home on the range You opened the suitcase Behind the old workings To show off the magnum You deafened the can
Manaje` in trio, garage like it cee-lo
4-5-6, Range Rov, 4.6 we lay low
while ya'll hoes slob dick, you back in ballin ass
Niggas ain't shit, taste the clit
and y'all pussy lickin and shit
wanna go low on me like a basement?
That's why I don't see none of y'all
You better reconize bitch, while I sit in front of y'all
I don't owe you shit, nigga you owe me
I'm bout to change the locks, nigga keep the gold key
You better get your shit, take it to your mamy house
I'm bout to show you what a bitch from Miami bout
You got me fucked up, nigga ain't no free nut
Unless you comin VVS marquis cut
Chorus (repeat til end)