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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trina
Trina
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Katrina Taylor
Katrina Taylor
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Mark Seymour
Mark Seymour
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Engineer
Solomon "Sox" Hepburn
Solomon "Sox" Hepburn
Executive Producer
Ted "Touche" Lucas
Ted "Touche" Lucas
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Signature
Signature
Producer
Jim Jonsin
Jim Jonsin
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Hello to all niggas and bitches Welcome to Digglers Wild World of Girls I'm sitting here with the baddest bitch (that's right) So Trina, tell us a little something about yourself Hustler, I'm the queen of this south shit Tight with a cute face, that's what I'm 'bout bitch Sexy, specialize in fellatio All about my pesos, never was a fake hoe Shot shore, throw the cock like a flamethrower In the mouth of a cock blower Just a diva, mack momma looking for them ends Traded in the Lex for the G-5 Benz Touring on the road, getting stacks 20 grand karats for the show, no tax Bell-V is what I'm pourin' on them haters Blinding with the lock, no imitators Broke ass niggas getting on my nerves Get sliced, diced, chopped, and served Ask, am I off the chain? I won't lie But I don't want your man boo, fuck that guy, uh Oh, okay, alright I see how y'all be getting down in the MIA But Trina, what I really wanna know is How would you get with a nigga who live with a bitch? Wait (wait) for his bitch to leave Ms. Trina got a trick up her sleeve Open up the door, I walk straight in the house Put your man down and put my cock in his mouth (damn) I need a heavyweight like Georgie Foreman To work my ocean like the Long Shoreman I'm real successful, I live off interests So get it right bitch, I'm the Diamond Princess Banking and it's all for the cause (Hey Trina, would you suck a nigga dick?) Bitch, hell naw! And fuck what a bitch tell y'all Stay the fuck outta mine hoe and go get a job, uh Damn girl You wild as fuck But what I really wanna know is How you set a motherfucker up? See a nigga pumpin' gas, don't look Get out your car slow, drop your book Sell 'em with your name and your freak-out game And show a lil' shot of ass just to get in his brain Tell 'em what he wanna hear, calm and slow "You want this ass?" Come on, let's go Call my dawgs at the hotel, let 'em know I'm coming Bring 'em upstairs and leave the car running (that's right) Get 'em in the room, don't be scared (don't be scared) Go in broke come out with bread That's what a nigga get, playing with that cheese Fun for a freaking, watch ya get skeeze Out the door, real quick Then out come my dawgs with the K's and shit (lay down, fuck nigga) Thinking with your dick man, that ain't nothing (Trina, one more thing) Naw, no more questions See now that's what I'm talking 'bout We need more real motherfucking bitches representing that real shit You heard it live from the baddest bitch Reporting live, this is KiKi From Digglers Wild World of Girls See ya I'm out, no more questions I'm done! I'm not that bitch, I'm that other bitch
Writer(s): O Shea Jackson, Katrina Taylor, Mark Seymour Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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