Trina - If U W/ Me Lyrics

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Artist: Trina
Song: If U W/ Me
Album: Da Baddest Bitch
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Lyrics:

[chorus]
If u w/ me girlfriend then wave your hands
Slap a nigga wit a hundred just to show your grand
Get them niggas f*** all u can
I'm gettin' paid just to f*** a man

[verse 1]
Im a bad ass bi*** nigga
That's why yo' doe gone
And all yo' weed in the ozone
Im doing this one for my no thugs
Who on no drugs
Other niggas yellin' out so what, huh
Cause you could never be my only one
Cause I want too much sh**, want too much done
Recognize who I be when you see me in the club
Like a pooch in a coupe with the roof dropped down
Where my real bi***es at?
Right here
Where them niggas riches at?
Right here
We treatin' niggas like rental cars doggin' em out
With no doe theres nothing we can talk about

Chorus (repeat 2x)

[verse 2]
I can tell by your eyes, love is what you feel
U wanna talk nigga, then lets discuss my bills
As you can see I'm an expensive bi***
Who has good taste and love expensive sh**
U wanna conversate well nigga I charge a fee
Each additional minute, nigga I charge a fee
You short well nigga I gots to go
Only ballers are tall enough to reach my goal
I know you love me but I love your huns
Cause u could never be my only one
Don't trust me, broke nigga don't lust me
Cause gettin' paid is a must be
And hell naw you can't f*** me

Chorus (repeat 2x)

[verse 3]
2 karats in the ear
4 karats in the ring
Hoes get sick when they see the bling bling
Stay f***in' wit' a thug
Who would cop the 4, cop some ?
Then cruize and just drop u off
Want me to lock the door
Im not w****
f*** nigga get your mind right or I'm out the door
Gotta go, goota go
6 double o
Im a big trouble hoe
Who likes to smuggle doe
From my head to my toe
Fly sh** fo' sho'
Want my wrist to glow
And my tips to flow
Don't puff blunts
I like my b's up front
You can smoke though blow weed on my kunt
Cause I'm a bad bi***
First round drifted
Shaped like a coka- cola classic
Get my ass licked
Take a nigga for his cash quick
Even take plastic, uh

Chorus

[trina]
Yeah I know y'all niggas can say f*** them hoes
But not on this one
Im doing this one for my bi***es
All bi***es of all bi***es
And f*** them flaw bi***es
Okay, play wit' it
Ms trina
New millennium
Year 2000
Slip -n- slide
Hahaha

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