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Trina
Trina
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Katrina Taylor
Katrina Taylor
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Turn the lights on
[Verse 2]
Six in the mornin' **** at my door
I'm tryna figure out what he out there for
Last time I seen him he was talkin' shit
Found out his new girl can't suck no dick
Hit the intercom I ain't let him in
Pussy **** lucky I ain't fuck his friends
Probably thought a bitch would be down and out
Till he seen me ridin' 'round in that chromed out Benz
[Verse 3]
South Beach **** you ain't 'bout dat life
You cross that bridge they takin' all that ice
You don't want no problems with them boys from the bottom
Strip ya ass buck naked and hit the turnpike
[Verse 4]
You's a fuck boy fuck boy, my bitch been said it
That's why I shoulda let your best friend get it
We went on trips, you bought Chanel
But money ain't shit when you soft as hell
'Cause you's a fuck boy fuck boy, my momma even said it
Got a new **** I ain't even gotta sweat it
You still gon' talk and that's a god damn shame
But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame, fuck boy
[Verse 5]
You never heard me askin' **** for shit
You be on the Gram askin' **** for pics
Can't believe I let you waste all my time
Now this fuck boy on my voicemail cryin'
Runnin' 'round town with ya bum-ass ho
But I'm the blueprint that's why you want my dough
She my number one fan, that's what makes it sweet
Bitch would do anything for a fuckin' retweet
[Verse 6]
South Beach **** you ain't 'bout dat life
You cross that bridge they takin' all that ice
You don't want no problems with them boys from the bottom
Strip ya ass buck naked and hit the turnpike
[Verse 7]
You's a fuck boy fuck boy, my bitch been said it
That's why I shoulda let your best friend get it
We went on trips, you bought Chanel
But money ain't shit when you soft as hell
'Cause you's a fuck boy fuck boy, my momma even said it
Got a new **** I ain't even gotta sweat it
You still gon' talk and that's a god damn shame
But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame, fuck boy
[Verse 8]
South Beach **** you ain't 'bout dat life
You cross that bridge they takin' all that ice
You don't want no problems with them boys from the bottom
Strip ya ass butt naked and hit the turnpike
[Verse 9]
You's a fuck boy fuck boy, my bitch been said it
That's why I shoulda let your best friend get it
We went on trips, you bought Chanel
But money ain't shit when you soft as hell
'Cause you's a fuck boy fuck boy, your momma even said it
Got a new **** I ain't even gotta sweat it
You still gon' talk and that's a god damn shame
But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame fuck boy
Written by: Katrina Taylor
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