Trina
Trina - Gangsta Queens songtekst
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(feat. Rah-Digga & Groove Armada) [Trina] Uh, baddest bitch, on the mic, check it Digga, Digga in the house, uh, uh Slip-N-Slide y'all Who you know could flip their thang with whips and chains In the penthouse suite a back seat a deranged You lookin for a real chick I'm the one for ya Lay you down on my Versace comforter Get straight down to it, no time to tease ya Get this thang off the chain boy you know the procedure Make ya body shake like you having a seizure Ain't now chick sweeter than the don diva Material girl like Madonna Da Baddest Bitch, the primadonna I'm the Venus Williams of this rap thang Teaching these lame chicks how to work the stack game Fuck the diamond in the rough I'm flawless Head to toe, Donatella we ballers Bad girls what they call us Two type, Slip-N-Slide and Flipmode we gettin loose right Uh, aha, uh, fuck y'all wanna do Yeah, yeah, yeah Diamonds on our wrist Sunroof top Chillin on the scene With the gangsta queens Nahmean? Nahmean? Diamonds on our neck No roof drop Chillin on the scene With the gangsta queens Nahmean? Nahmean? [Rah Digga] Come on, come on, ha, ha, ha, yeah You know Trina keep it gangsta You know Digga keep it gangsta Slip-N-Slide keep it gangsta Flipmode keep it gangsta Everybody keep it gangsta You know the one who keeps it gangsta Yeah, who gon' wax ya good Who gon' wax ya pretty Hittin rhymes like my tongue hittin backflip city I'm like somethin out your Marvel comics Cept this is real life I show you what it feel like Meet da bad ass, ??? ass You fake ass watch me get the last Lil' thing where ya ? change I'm frontin MC's like they was ?? Got glitter fingernails with the mink ?? Loving Cristal sips on the pink ?? The one that keeps the toes hittin The most spittin A little foreshot when or where my clothes fit in Anything else at the tight of my belt Type of rhymes in the club have you fighting yourself The daughter, rich porter gotta rap this order All of y'all would be fucked if I was robbin this quarter Diamonds on our wrist Sunroof top Chillin on the scene With the gangsta queens Nahmean? Nahmean? Diamonds on our neck No roof drop Chillin on the scene With the gangsta queens Nahmean? Nahmean