Trina Lyrics
Trina Lyrics
"Niggas Ain't Shit Lyrics"
Talking Merchant Marine Lyrics
(Talking Sailor) In bed with my woman, just singin' the blues, Heard the radio tellin' the news: That the big Red Army took a hundred towns, And Allies droppin' them two-ton bombs. Started hollerin', yellin', dancin' up and down like a bullfrog! Doorbell rung and in come a man, I signed my name, I got
(Talking Sailor) In bed with my woman, just singin' the blues, Heard the radio tellin' the news: That the big Red Army took a hundred towns, And Allies droppin' them two-ton bombs. Started hollerin', yellin', dancin' up and down like a bullfrog! Doorbell rung and in come a man, I signed my name, I got
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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
Where Are Your Friends Lyrics
Came out flying Around all swimming Through former bad roads And more old buildings For all the latest sounds I'm in So where are your friends You'll get in Came out fighting But round all singing songs Sailing and failing To find out where we belong For all the latest soundsitch, 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 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
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
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)
Came out flying Around all swimming Through former bad roads And more old buildings For all the latest sounds I'm in So where are your friends You'll get in Came out fighting But round all singing songs Sailing and failing To find out where we belong For all the latest sounds
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
Grey Street (Lillywhite Sessions) Lyrics
Look at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks Just listens to abuses And by the kitchen sink... She thinks, "Hey! Why do I live to this? I'm latest on life How did it end like this?" Oh, when the roads in her heart fall And she feels the weight of life And the colors mix toget
ou're poppin much gameLook at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks Just listens to abuses And by the kitchen sink... She thinks, "Hey! Why do I live to this? I'm latest on life How did it end like this?" Oh, when the roads in her heart fall And she feels the weight of life And the colors mix toget
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
Black Sheep Lyrics
Joey left when he was 16 Black leather and blue jeans Too young to take a stand Gang life was like quicksand Pack o' smokes and a bottle o'Jack was A good friend, that didn't talk back much Young dude on a roll, Fast time take a toll Brother was a big shot lawyer Said the street life's gonna de
in RioJoey left when he was 16 Black leather and blue jeans Too young to take a stand Gang life was like quicksand Pack o' smokes and a bottle o'Jack was A good friend, that didn't talk back much Young dude on a roll, Fast time take a toll Brother was a big shot lawyer Said the street life's gonna de
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)