Trina

Killing You Hoes


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Yup, da baddest bitch is back, I'm back
Part two, I'm reloaded
And I'm killin' you hoes

[Chorus: x2]
You see da outfit bitch, I'm killin' you hoes cute face and ass swoll, I'm killin' you hoes
I got da best pussy out, I'm killin' you hoes, and ain't nothin'
You can do about it
I'm killin' you hoes

I ain't care what a bitch think or how I a hoe feel
'Cause ain't anyone of you hoes payin' my bills
And ain't nea one of you hoes finna' buy me crib
And ain't any one of you hoes finna' get me a whip
I know I must make a lot of yall hoes sick,
All I can tell is hoe get use to it bitch
'Cause ms. trina da baddest ass it fuckin' get
And I don't sweat niggas and I don't fight over dick
So y you fuckin' for free I'm tryin' to get rich
And don't you cross dat line cause I get hot quick
And if you do it's gon' be me and you up in dis bitch
And I'ma show why they call me da baddest bitch

[Chorus: x2]

You see da outfit bitch and you know what it cost
Look how my ass poke out when I walk
Cause yo nigga wanna fuck me it ain't my fault
And da pussy sit up real nice in my shorts
Hate it or love it cause you broke hoe don't talk
And I can go in any club and shut that bitch down
And I can come to any city and make it my town
And when you see me hoe you better smile and don't frown
Cause I gotta couple of my dogs thats ready to clown
And you be best off sittin' yo tired ass down
And all you jealous ass hoes you betta move round
And ask these hoes in dade how I gets down

[Chorus: x2]

The topic of discussion I fuck who ever I want
Look at me bitch I got everything you hoes want
I can fuck a nigga in a Bentley or a nigga in a dump
You get yo money in pieces I get mine in a lump
You only ballin' on weekends I ball da whole month
I'm just a hood bitch with surburbing cash
A lil' fly ass chick who got a lot of class
I wanna spend yo money nigga and put mine in a snach
You got me fucked up cause trina gon' have da last laugh
Get to yo hustlin' hoe look like you doin' bad
You lost a lot a weight shit you fallin' all fast
I feel sorry for you might let you borrow some ass

[Chorus: x2]


Autor(es): A. Martin