Trina
Trina - Heated songtekst
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2004 shit You know the name (Ahhhhhhh) Trina! This is a world premiere Trina, talk to 'em [Chorus] Pick it up You don't wanna see me heated y’all (pick it up) You don't wanna see me heated y’all (pick it up) You don't wanna see me heated y’all (tell me why girl) Bitch I’ll fuck yo ass up (Repeat 1x) [Trina] Bad bitch from the South keep shit locked Any bitch run her mouth will get dropped See me ride in the six, dropped You ain't heard, my nookie so good it could resurrect 'Pac Trina ride on a track, never take a pit stop You only on the radio cuz' you fucked a disc jock It’s Saturday, let the Cris pop Me and Lil' Bre, Von Dutch, head to the Flip-Flops Hop out of the G-5 and on to the jet You in that Nissan, that’s why you don't get respect Everywhere I go, I got cameras flashin' You the preview, I’m the main attraction Yes ya man is watchin', you gettin' all mad Ya' heart beat fast every time I walk past My head real hard, but I got a soft ass I play the sweet role Don’t make me get off glass [Chorus] [Trina] Shit can't stop, freaky BG’s, wit' da matchin' tanktop Tell me I ain't hot If you think not lang hoe catch shots This nigga thinkin' I’m sweatin' his Rolex watch You need more than that, to get in my thighs A car that fly, maybe a house in the sky I know you wanna beat it up right quick And I was the first bitch Kobe cheated on his wife wit' Tight shit, Diamond Princess Don’t be the first name on my hit list Trust me, that’s not a good look I’m a Vet, you a Rook, hoes better get shook Bitch, go and read a book Find somethin' to slob You workin' my nerves like a part time job 5 years in the game, still undefeated We can do the damn thing, don't get me heated [Chorus] [Trina] Miss Trina, ahead of the game Act up, hoes better get ready for pain No talk, I don't let 'em explain Off the chain from that city in the South Wit' or with are the same Drunk niggas in the club, stay spittin' they game He wanna make sweet love But I’d rather they brains Better eat it 'til I can't walk straight And if Chingy ever tried, he'll prolly talk straight I’m that bitch that you hate, gettin' paid to rap Busta forgot his rhymes when I made it clap I’m the first girl to put Dade on the map I touch my toes, ya' man came in his lap Hypno and Cris might have me fuckin' tonight And if you can't feel this, you ain't touchin' it right (shhhit) I know Cali got my back And when you turn it up And hit the lights, bitch watch ya' back