Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Mark Seymour, O'Shea Jackson
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TrinaHustling Lyrics:
Hello to all my niggas and bitches
Welcome to Digglers Wild World of Girls
I'm sitting here with the Baddest Bitch
(That's Right)
So Trina tell us a little something about yourself
Hustla I'm the queen of this south shit
Tight with a cute face that's what I'm 'bout bitch
Sexy, specialize in filet show
All about my pesos, never was a fake hoe
Shot shore throw throw the cock like a flame thrower
In the mouth of a cock blower
Just a diva, mack momma looking for them ends
Traded in the Lex for a G-5 Benz
Touring on the road getting stacks
20 grand karats for the show no tax
Bell-V is what I'm pourin' on them hatas
Blinding with the lock, no imitaders
Broke ass niggas getting on my nerves
Get sliced, diced, chopped, and served
Ask am I off the chain, I won't lie
But I don't want your man boo fuck that guy, uh
Oh, okay, alright, I see how y'all be getting down in the MIA
But Trina what I really wanna know is
How would you get with a nigga who live with a bitch?
Wait, for his bitch to live, Ms. Trina gotta trick up her sleeve
Open up the door I walk straight in the house
Put your man down and put my cock in his mouth
I need a heavyweight like Georgy Foreman
To work my ocean like the Long Shoreman
I'm real successful, I live off interests
So get it right bitch, I'm the Diamond Princess
Banking and it's all for the cause
Hey Trina would you suck a nigga dick?
Bitch hell naw and fuck what a bitch tell y'all
Stay the fuck outta mine hoe and go get a job Ugh
Damn girl, you wild as fuck
But what I really wanna know is
How you set a motherfucker up?
See a nigga pumpin' gas
Don't look, get out your car slow drop your book
Sell em' with your name and your freak out game
And show a lil' shot of ass just to get in his brain
Tell 'em what he wanna hear, calm and slow
"You want this ass", come on let's go
Call my dawgs at the hotel, let em' know I'm coming
Bring em' upstairs and leave the car running
Get em' in the room don't be scared
Go in broke come out with bread
That's what a nigga get playing with that cheese
Fun for a freaking watch ya get skeeze
Out the door, real quick
Then out come my dawgs with the K's and shit
Thinking with your dick man that ain't nothing
Trina one more thing, naw no more questions
See now that's what I'm talking 'bout
We need more real motherfucking bitches
Representing real shit
You heard it live from the baddest bitch
Reporting live this is Ki Ki
From Digglers Wild World of Girls, see ya
Naw no more questions, I'm done
I'm not that bitch, I'm that other bitch
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