Trina

100% – Trina


[Chorus]
Are you waiting?
Waiting for something that’s wrong (oooh)
Are you waiting?
(Waiting) you know sometimes a girl must move alongggg.
(yeah)
Are you waiting?
(waiting)
Waiting for something that’s wrong (hey).

[verse #1 – Trina]
uh- as i vibe with the music i just think bout the times.
I came in after a date and at times,
climbed in the same bed which my man was lying.
He questioned me am i defying? i was lieing.
He was a real good man he worked and all.
I wanted a hustler so i could hurt the mall.
I could’ve made love but i wanted to be fucked, he had alot to offer it just wasn’t enough.
I like the candy coded Lax, the niggas smoking sacks,
the football games fortune and fame, and more
importantly i wanted me a name.
The jewels the crusiers too sell.
No more projects the foolish can dwell, the offiest weed
from pre-me’s on pork & beans and weenie, i’m still ghetto, a porche
a gleam when you see me, on t.v. but i’m all woman (uhh) (oooh).

[chorus]
Are you waiting? (waiting) waiting for something that’s wrong.
It’s wrong ,it’s wrong (yeah).
Are you waiting (waiting) you know sometimes a girl must move alongggg (oooh).

[verse # 2 – Trina]
uh- y’all know i’m from miami right?
but do y’all really know what miami like?
miami life the fast pace, the consant cash chase, the clothes, cars OOH GOD!!
Niggas sell coke to get rich,
bitches sell pussy to get rich.
Get down or don’t get shit.
No options, no college, no loans no cash no knowledge.
I’m sexxy ass hell you know i’m gon’ profit.
And trust me!! my skills are well polished, i chat niggas down,
pat niggas down, and set ’em up right if he that big of a clown.
I had to, well i didn’t have too, but what about me?
shidd i had to have too.
I wanted a rolley a millionaire to hold me, locker access for
Kobe you know me!! (oooh)

[chorus]
Are you waiting? (waiting) waiting for something that’s wrong.
It’s wrong, it’s wrong (yeah).
Are you waiting (waiting) you know sometimes a girl must move alongggg.
(heyyy)

[verse # 3 – Trina]
uh- I’m the same woman mercedes or the civic.
Fuck the credits i just give it how i get.
I’m the spokesperson, for every sister who soul seacrhing,
still scrolling these clubs with no purpose.
Stay in the malls and want purchase.
Straight boosting, bad checks or they lease in
they mouth, robbers put a peice in there mouth.
For what yo man keep in there house, they pull
gats for stacks as tall as shaq’, you chickens don’t know me well.
I’m not i’mpressed with yo finddie purses and pony tails.
Always surfaced with yo phony tails.
When you need to be in school all day on a chase.
Or going to work supporting you and yo place.
Or with an athelete with a cool one in the safe.
Why suck dick to keep food on a plate?
i steak and bake potatos, take the pay lo’s.
(ooooh) uh-uh

[chorus]
Are you waiting? (waiting) waiting for something that’s wrong,
it’s wrong, it’s wrong (yeah)
Are you waiting (waiting) you know sometimes a girl must move alonggg
(heya-heya-heyaaa)

Are you waiting? (waiting) waiting for sometthing that’s wrong.
It’s wrong, it’s wrong
(yeah).
Are you waiting (waiting) waiting for something that’s wrong.
Ooh it’s wrong, it’s
[echoing-wrong]



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Nann Nigga – Trick Daddy Dollars F/ Taterhead, Trina

[Trina]
Hell noll I don’t wanna holler at no motherfucking Trick
He all over there smelling like boonk and hennesey and shit
Hell noll

[Taterhead]
I’m saying though
What you got a playa back there just trying to say what’s up

[Trina]
Hell noll
I don’t wanna holler at him
That’s alright

[Trick Daddy]
Hold up bitch
Hold up bitch
Hold up hoe
Check it out

Hoe you don’t know nann nigga uh-uh
That’ll represent like me
Who’ll say some shit like me
One who’ll lay the dick like me
Bitch you don’t know nann nigga uh-uh
Who do the shit that I do
Run through yo whole lil’ crew
Pay for it if I got to
Hoe you don’t know nann nigga uh-uh
That’ll run off in yo house
Put the gun off in yo mouth
Blow yo motherfucking brains out
Bitch you don’t know nann nigga uh-uh
Who’ll fall off in the club
Free drinks for the show some love
Take the bar home for the thugs
Bitch you don’t know nann nigga uh-uh
Who know mo’ niggas than me
Who do mo’ killings than me
And weigh mo’ dope dealings than me
Bitch you don’t know nann nigga uh-uh
Bitch you don’t know nann nigga uh-uh
You don’t know nann nigga
That dress fresher than me
And you don’t know nann nigga that wear mo’ Polo shit than me
Bitch you don’t know nann nigga uh-uh
Who do mo’ freaky stuff
Eat the coochie wit the legs up
Then I blow it all in yo butt
And I don’t know nann hoe uh-uh
Who liked the dick like you
Who’ll bite the dick like you
On a dikey bitch like you
And I don’t like a bitch like you
I’ll fight a bitch like you
Ol’ trifling bitch like you
Ain’t no telling what you might do
Bitch you don’t know nann nigga uh-uh
Hoe you don’t know nann nigga uh-uh

[Trina]
Uh-Uh-Uh
Hold up who the fuck this nigga think he is
I ain’t ashamed of nothing I do
Hold up check this shit out

You don’t know nann hoe uh-uh
Don’ been the places I been
Who can spend the grands that I spend
Fuck bout 5 or 6 best friends
And you don’t know nann hoe uh-uh
That’s off the chain like me
That’ll floss the thang like me
On a awful thang like me
You don’t know nann hoe uh-uh
That sell more ass than me
You know nann hoe
That’ll make you come like me
Nigga you don’t know nann hoe uh-uh
That don’ tried all types of shit
Who quick to deep throat the dick
And let another bitch straight lick the clit
Now you don’t know nann hoe uh-uh
That’ll keep it wet like me
Make it come back to back like me
Lick a nigga nut sack like me
Now you don’t know nann hoe uh-uh
That’ll ride the dick on the dime
Who love to fuck all the time
One who’s pussy fatter than mine
Bitch you don’t know nann hoe

[Trick Daddy]
Hold up baby hold up
What you said you’ll do bitch
[Trina]
Nigga you heard what I motherfucking said
[Trick Daddy]
Well baby if you gon’ be doin’ all this
You need to be on my team
Cuz I’m the realest nigga you motherfucking know
[Trina]
Well if you want me you know how to find me
Taterhead got the number
[Trick Daddy]
Tater boy bet they help Tater boy

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Gangsta Bitches – Eve F/ Da Brat, Trina

[Da Brat]
get yo’ ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah [COUGH]
Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at? [laughing]
Ayo Brat
Picture this, Eve walking down the street with two gats by her side
The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I
In a high holster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock back, we bust and your mind blown
Just like that, braggadocious cuz I’m the dopesest Brat
Most of these niggas focus on the ass that’s fat
And I’m just so ferocious to the rhythm of a high hat
Why ask why? Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy
Do what the fuck I wanna do til I die
Shinin on everybody for the world to see
My timin is always perfect, endlessly
I deserve to swerve a little and splurge alot
With the nerve I got, wearin these blindin rocks
Got Chicago, Miami, and Philly
A collabo, of three of the illest bitches, really

[Eve]
Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve

[Trina]
Uh, uh, uh
Miss Purina, Trina the M-I-A bitch
Them I play wit, eenie meenie meiny mo
Pickin basically the richest nigga, for the baddest bitch
Me, Eve, and Brat, it’s banannas shit
We aint havin this, I steps on toes
In a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stelletoes
Iced out, drippin in Channell
Prada, Gucci, and all that
I make ’em fall back
Hair done, fresh metti and peticure, bikini wax
Gotta keep the cat smooth so when my nigga ask for the pussy
It’s good and wet
After just one fuck, you won’t forget
I’m made up in the tropics gettin sunburned
Bare ass out with the diamond thong on
Nigga you thought you got yo’ freak on in Japan
But I was gettin my creep on with yo’ man
Cuz I’m a hot bitch…

[Mo’Nique]
Official Ryde or Die bitches, believe that

[Eve]
Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve

[Eve]
Uh, yo
When three raw bitches get together it’s off the chain
Thought you found a spot to fill, you lost the game
Boss bitches stallion, scream they name
Hate us cuz our life right, eatin from the game
Only fuck with the realest, don’t associate with lames
How the fuck can’t you feel us? Three of the illest dames
S-C-X-Y, Trina, Brat, and oooh I
Bombshell, other bitches is true lies
I’ma keep it simple, rock how I’m meant to
Pretty with the heels on, or shitty with the Tim boots
Do it how I wanna do it, question my mind
You gon’ understand from the rest of my lines
Bitch please, you might as well be on freeze, when it’s Eve
You aint really tryin to fuck the game up, you just a tease
You don’t want it when I really get buck, you wanted peace
Have you hidin in a hole when my album got released

[Eve]
Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve

Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gan

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Trina – Da Baddest Bitch

[Trick Daddy](Trina)
Who’s bad? Who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s bad?
(Wait hold up)
Who’s bad?

[Trina]
I’m representin’ for the bitches
All eyes on your riches
No time for the little dicks
You see the bigger the dick
The bigger the bank, the bigger the Benz
The better the chance to get close to his rich friends
I’m going after the big man
G-string make his dick stand
Make it quick then slow head by the night stand
Like lightning I wanna nigga with a wedding ring
Bank accounts in the Philippines
Blank note to take everything
See I fuck him in the living room
While his children ain’t home
I make him eat it while my period on
A little nasty ho, red-bone but a classy ho
Young jazzy ho and don’t be scared
If you’re curious just ask me hoes
And yes dick sucking comes quite natural
I’m da baddest bitch what

[Trick Daddy](Trina)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?

[Trina](Trick Daddy)
See I hate hoes who take their niggas on talk shows and for hoes
(Y’all sold fool)
See if I’m ever crossed or ever caught up in the cross
And if it’s your fault ho, I’m going off ho
See I’m unemployed with no boss ho
While y’all sucking dick for free I’m broke off ho
See it pays to be the boss ho
Shit that’s how you floss hoes
X-rated elevated, buck naked
And I’d probably fuck your daddy if your nanny wasn’t there hatin’
Cause I’m da baddest bitch
I’m da baddest bitch what

[Trick Daddy](Trina)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?

[Trina]
I got game for you young hoes
Don’t grow to be a young ho
That’s a no-no
See if you off the chains
Stay ahead of the game, save up buy a condo
Sell the pussy by the grands
And in months you own a Benz
Another week a set of rims
See if I had the chance to be a virgin again
I’d be fucking by the time I’m ten
See y’alls ass is my motto
Dick sucking in the auto
Quick fucking ’bout to follow
On the back of the truck
Or when I’m dead ass drunk
But I don’t get high though
I never took it up the ass
Often tried but I pass
And from what I heard it ain’t bad
I’m a curious bitch who took off to get broke off
From the baby’s dad
Cause I’m da baddest bitch

[Trick Daddy](Trina)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(That’s right I’m the baddest bitch)
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