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2004 s**t
You know the name
(Ahhhhhhh) Trina!
This is a world premiere
Trina, talk to 'em
Chorus
Pick it up
You don't wanna see me heated yall (pick it up)
You don't wanna see me heated yall (pick it up)
You don't wanna see me heated yall (tell me why girl)
b*tch Ill fk yo as* up
(Repeat 1x)
Trina
Bad b*tch from the South keep s**t locked
Any b*tch run her mouth will get dropped
See me ride in the six, dropped
You ain't heard, my nookie so good it could resurrect 'Pac
Trina ride on a track, never take a pit stop
You only on the radio cuz' you fked a disc jock
Its Saturday, let the Cris pop
Me and Lil' Bre, Von Dutch, head to the Flip-Flops
Hop out of the G-5 and on to the jet
You in that Nissan, thats why you don't get respect
Everywhere I go, I got cameras flashin'
You the preview, Im the main attraction
Yes ya man is watchin', you gettin' all mad
Ya' heart beat fast every time I walk past
My head real hard, but I got a soft ass
I play the sweet role
Dont make me get off glass
Chorus
Trina
s**t can't stop, freaky BGs, wit' da matchin' tanktop
Tell me I ain't hot
If you think not lang hoe catch shots
This nigg* thinkin' Im sweatin' his Rolex watch
You need more than that, to get in my thighs
A car that fly, maybe a house in the sky
I know you wanna beat it up right quick
And I was the first b*tch Kobe cheated on his wife wit'
Tight s**t, Diamond Princess
Dont be the first name on my hit list
Trust me, thats not a good look
Im a Vet, you a Rook, hoes better get shook
b*tch, go and read a book
Find somethin' to slob
You workin' my nerves like a part time job
5 years in the game, still undefeated
We can do the d*mn thing, don't get me heated
Chorus
Trina
Miss Trina, ahead of the game
Act up, hoes better get ready for pain
No talk, I don't let 'em explain
Off the chain from that city in the South
Wit' or with are the same
Drunk in the club, stay spittin' they game
He wanna make sweet love
But Id rather they brains
Better eat it 'til I can't walk straight
And if Chingy ever tried, he'll prolly talk straight
Im that b*tch that you hate, gettin' paid to rap
Busta forgot his rhymes when I made it clap
Im the first girl to put Dade on the map
I touch my toes, ya' man came in his lap
Hypno and Cris might have me fkin' tonight
And if you can't feel this, you ain't touchin' it right (shhhit)
I know Cali got my back
And when you turn it up
And hit the lights, b*tch watch ya' back
