Trina

Trina - So Fresh lyrics

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[Intro]

Unusual suspect (unusual suspect) 

But I know these niggas (but I know these niggas).

Jim Johnson, Big D (Jim Johnson & Big D).

Ah dis Trina & Plies Slip & Slide thang, I'm in here wit the Baddest Bitch.

Ah Trina take care these hoes, cuz I got these niggas. 



[Chorus]

[Trina]

My steering wheel wood, & my wheels croma.

Can't pay these niggas to leave me alone.

I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh. 



[Plies]

I gotta pocket full of money and my teeth glitter.

Sum bout been a trille ass nigga.

I'm so fresh.

I'm so fresh. 



[Trina]

Paint candy racin' sribs.

Crush dem bitches off the rip.

I don't think you really wanna mess with me, test me and eventually.

See me speedin', cops don't see em', fuck em' & feed em' wouldn't wanna be em'.

I ain't scared of ya'll,

I ain't no regular broad I'ain't scared at all.

Like bone crusher I'll crush your bones when I come through strong with my big big brone.

Ride spinners like 3-6 do. Let me do me nigga you do you.

Suck this clit till my shit turn blue.

Put a bitch to sleep wake me up when you threw.

I'ma get dress so fresh lookin' new and it's back to the chevy or the cab for you.

Chuck & Duece switchin' lanes.

Ridin' dat douk & sittin' on things.

You ain't never met a bitch like me and your bitch ain't never ride a dick like me.

Check the paint, watch the feet, inches 26's deep, candy drippin' on the street, bitch I'm ridin;

BIG. 



[Chorus]



[Plies]

Ain't too many niggas like me. I'm from a rare breed.

I walk it like I talk.

Was raise by a G.

You ain't suppose to like me dog, cuz I'm what you wanna be.

From top to bottom being trille that's something that's in me.

It's a helluva feelin to know that you 100% a real nigga.

I been out here gettin' money, since I was a lil nigga.

I'm loved by these hoes, respected by these killers,

it took years of thuggin' to get to this point nigga.

I don't know if you know how it feels to walk around with stacks.

I been broke, came up and I ain't going back.

Cuz money get you friends, choppers get you respect.

Respect out here in these streets, I got alot of that. 



[Chorus]



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