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Lyrics: [girl talking:] Hello to all my niggas and bi***es Welcome to digglers wild world of girls I'm sitting here with the baddest bi*** (thats right) So trina tell us a little something about yourself [trina] Hustla I'm the queen of this south sh** Tight with a cute face that's what I'm bout bi*** Sexy, specialize in filet show All about my pesos Never was a fake hoe Shot shore throw throw the c*** like a flame thrower In the mouth of a c*** 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 f*** that guy uh [girl talking:] Oh ok allright 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 bi*** [trina] Wait... for his bi*** 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 c*** in his mouth (damn) 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 bi*** I'm the diamond princess Banking and it's all for the cause (hey trina would you suck a nigga d***) bi*** hell naw And f*** what a bi*** tell yall Stay the f*** outta mine hoe and go get a job ugh [girl talking:] Damn girl You wild as f*** But what I really wanna know is How you set a motherf***er up... [trina] 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 sh** Thinking with your d*** man that ain't nothing (trina one more thing) Naw no more questions [girl talking:] See now that's what I'm talking 'bout We need more real motherf***ing bi***es representing real sh** You heard it live from the baddest bi*** Reporting live this is ki ki From digglers wild world of girls C-ya More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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