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| Trina Still Da Baddest Lame (Intro) Naw nigga get the fucc out my face Lame ass nigga I don't know you nigga Get the fucc outta here don't be standing close to me Get the fucc over I don't want no drink I buy my own bottle I'll buy you a bottle too Broke ass nigga get the fucc outta here (chorus) You a lame small watch ity bity chain You a lame running round thinking you the man Yous a lame miss me with that weak ass game Yous a lame you so lame Nigga you a lame always talking bout yo bread You a lame nigga probably workin wit the feds Yous a lame u aint really got no change Yous a lame you so lame nigga yous a lame (verse 1) Who you think your fooling boy I know your lame Can't even see the cross is that your baby chain Think your spittin game, my ears catchin pain Your trap bumpin hard why your shoes don't have a name Gingivitis breath cuz u talking shit I know everytime you lyin cuz u grab yo dicc That's a fuccin rental you jus threw on tints You fucc that ugly girl why you don't claim yo chicc Thought you slangin briccs you aint Hercules Them lil nickel bags you more like mini me's You jus offending me caused me a tragedy U fix your thoughts there's a chance you'll be fuccin me No I don't want yo number No I don't wanna give you mine And no I don't wanna meet you no where No I don't want none of your time (verse 2) Yous a snitchin ass nigga Soft get robbed pussy pie ass nigga Booty d borrow your brother clothes broke nigga Standin at the crap games you lookin ass nigga Sittin shot gun dick ridin slub ass nigga Always where you at when you call ass nigga You ring my phone bacc to bacc tired ass nigga You can't keep a job on the corner ass nigga Bond out of jail and then you bac again ass nigga Livin witcho mama cheap petty ass nigga Running outta gas all the time ass nigga Always wanna borrow a few dollas ass nigga Ol boppin ass nigga (verse 3) These fucc niggas lame they swear they makin bread You wanna talk to who bitch you can gimme head Head the other way make a you turn Cuz ima big spender ima make yo pockets burn Ask round the firm and I run the firms Motivation seminars so my bitches learn We don't fucc wit lames cuz we bad bitches Let em know first quarter that we bout them riches Givem tender kisses hell be blowed away Especially wen he see how much he gone have to pay A high maintence bitch like kimora lee O another bad bitch who Victoria B (outro) I see you lame ass nigga I'm bout to start exposin u niggas Start callin niggas names bitch ass niggas Yal niggas don't wanna fucc wit me straight up I'm bouts to pop off on n e mutha fucka that want it they can get it Get the fucc outta here Lame ass niggas fucc yal lame ass bitches too Shut the fucc up succ a dicc bithces Yours truly trina baddest bitch of all times |
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