Killin' U Lyrics
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Killin' U Lyricsby Trina Buy album CD: Other Songs B - W Ah ah ah yep yep yep The baddest bitch is back, I'm back part 2, part 2 I'm reloaded and im killin you hoes You see dat outfit bitch Im killin you hoes Cute face and ass swoll Im killin you hoes I got the best pussy out Im killin you hoes And ain't non you can do about Im killin you hoes I don't care what a bitch think or how a hoe feel Cause ain't nann one of you hoes payin my bills And ain't nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib And ain't nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip I know I must make a lot of ya'll hoes sick And all I can tell you hoes, get used to it bitch! Cause Ms. Trina the baddest as it fuckin get And I don't sweat niggas and I don't fight over dick So while you fuckin for free, im tryna get rich And don't you cross that line cause i get hot quick And if you do its gonna be me & u up in this bitch And Im gonna show you why they call me the baddest bitch You see dat outfit bitch (bitch) And you know what it costs Look at how my ass poke out when I walk Cause your nigga wanna fuck me it ain't my fault And my pussy sit up real nice in ma shorts Hate or love it, cause you broke hoes gonna talk And I can go in any club and shut that bitch down And I can come to your city and make it my town So when you see me hoe you better smile and don't frown Cause I got a couple of my dawgs that ready to clamp And you'd be best off sittin your tired ass down And all you jealous ass hoes better move round And ask these hoes in Dade how it gets down The topic of discussion, I can fuck whoever I want Look at me bitch I got everything you hoes want I can fuck a nigga in the Bentley or a nigga in the dump You get your money in pieces I get mines in a lump You only ballin on weekends, I'm ballin the whole month I'm just a hood bitch, rich suburbia cash, a little fly ass chick who got alota class I wanna spend your money nigga and put mine in a stash You got me fucked up cause Trina gonna have the last laugh Get your hustling hoe, look like your doin bad You lost alota weight shit, you fallin off fast I feel sorry for ya' might let you borrow some ass
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