Trina lyrics
Trina lyrics
"I Gotta lyrics"
How I Love You lyrics
[Sheek talking] Yo I mean you been there for me. You know what Im sayin? And I wont you know, I wont do you wrong ever again. Know what I mean? You've been there, and Imma be there for you from now on. You know what I mean? I aint gonna neglect you I aint gonna do none of that shit. You got my full undivided attention a
(feat. Rick Ross)[Sheek talking] Yo I mean you been there for me. You know what Im sayin? And I wont you know, I wont do you wrong ever again. Know what I mean? You've been there, and Imma be there for you from now on. You know what I mean? I aint gonna neglect you I aint gonna do none of that shit. You got my full undivided attention a
[RR] Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
[Trina]
I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I got a, gay friend you can call her nigga
[Rick Ross]
I got a, dick game with a mean hustle
I got an, Escalade no you can't touch it
I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia nigga
I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters nigga
[Trina]
I got a, couple girls who gon' come fuck
I gotta, see the money time to come up
I gotta, keep it real with my hustler hoes
I got a, pump or two, who gon' boost them clothes
[Chorus: Rick Ross + (Trina
Prince Of America lyrics
Living a life, without any future Just unending appetite, for petty amusement And you with your woes You've food on the table You've cash in your pocket So why are you crying Prince of America, hay does your tears run so rampantly Are you not satisfied, in your world without context? Where everything's trivial, and nothing has meaning<
)]Living a life, without any future Just unending appetite, for petty amusement And you with your woes You've food on the table You've cash in your pocket So why are you crying Prince of America, hay does your tears run so rampantly Are you not satisfied, in your world without context? Where everything's trivial, and nothing has meaning<
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
[Rick Ross]
I gots, no love for a punk bitch
I gotta, cuss her out to make her suck dick
I got a, dildo in this bag baby
I got a, lil' somethin for that ass baby
[Trina]
I know you, pay hoes cause I heard you did
I got a, headhunter that'll serve you quick
I got a, team of hoes you ain't seen befo'
With green to blow, sick with cash and cream fo' sho'
[Rick Ross]
I gotta, fuck 'em all just cause I can
I got her, much hotter than fuckin her own man
I'm So Beautiful lyrics
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go let it go I'm gonna steal the show steal the show. There ain't nobody better t
The Ramada, she gave me a hundred dollars for headOut out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go let it go I'm gonna steal the show steal the show. There ain't nobody better t
But my Pradas, were slipped on, I got knee and fled
[Chorus]
[Trina]
I got a, couple cars, while most hoes sob
You gotta give it to the nigga who wrote those bars
I got a, check in the mail that you couldn't believe
Now I got a Roley for 80 G's under my sleeve
[Rick Ross]
I gotta, let you hoes know who I be
So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's
I got a, trap in the hood called no ID
All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds
[Trina]
I gotta, put it down in a major way
I gotta, put y'all down with this game I play
I gotta, get my pussy ate like everyday
Train Kept A Rollin lyrics
Well, on a train, I met a dame, She rather handsome, we kind looked the same She was pretty, from New York City I'm walkin' down that old fair lane, I'm in heat, I'm in love, But I just couldn't tell her so I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long Train kept a-rollin' all night long Train kept a-rollin' all night long T
Bring the present with the cake in ya EscaladeWell, on a train, I met a dame, She rather handsome, we kind looked the same She was pretty, from New York City I'm walkin' down that old fair lane, I'm in heat, I'm in love, But I just couldn't tell her so I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long Train kept a-rollin' all night long Train kept a-rollin' all night long T
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
I got an, AK for a bitch nigga
I gotta, let you know they only get bigger
I got a, hit man for your problems nigga
I got a, couple stacks that'll solve him nigga
[Trina]
I gotta... show my nigga love
Cause he my nigga what, now hold yo' triggers up
Ain't nuttin in this game is as big as us
If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a fuck
[Rick Ross]
I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
Defended by Johnny Coch' cartel on the block
I got a, fifty cal' and I'm waitin in the crowd
Ready to get it down when y'all all 50'd out
[Chorus]