Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tina Terry, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song Ugly Money 2 - Love It and Count It, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
Tina Terry |
Tina Terry |
Horns and Halos |
(Nikky) |
I use to slither like a snake |
Forget the chit chatter it really didn? |
t matter if the other bitch was badder |
I climb it like a ladder she? |
s feenin like a clucka |
The homies in the motion make it hard for a sucka |
Cause I blow blueberry that? |
s something I can carry till I met this fine bitch |
her name was Tina Terry |
She hit me like a rave like she hit the stage |
She looked me in my eyes and said I can get you paid |
Im the Motorola I told the dime on the rise |
I? |
ll give you half the chance; |
if you could see it in my eyes |
But don? |
t be a buster gotta kill the structure we get a little chedda man from |
Any cat that touch her |
She said she was game and knew I had game |
But even with game girl you gotta use your brain |
Man this is necessary on the contrary my 5?9 fine dime yeah Tina Terry |
These Cats be lookin hard These Hoes Be lookin hard because they know |
She got a stylin body made from God |
I put her in the Lac im tryin to make a stack |
Man cats be sayin Andre Nikky how you bust that |
I pull down my hat it aint no surprise I cover up my eyes but im not tryin to |
hide Man you? |
ll realize you can test it by the bitch |
Especially when the chicken sayin? |
Baby take this? |
In a real way |
(Dubee) |
Now listen, |
The homies told me you was open season on a renegade night toleratin so keep |
game she workin that blade up and cursin this game up she aint claimin your |
name I aint servin you papers |
I old school Cuddie gotsa know I just rocked the show knocked it like a door |
From day you was curtains you callin my number. |
(Hello)?6 foota down south baby |
all through the summer me and you gotta show me that she really was down we hit |
the map all tracks every city and town |
And to that pay you know the games way out give me the loot and ima swoop you |
from grey hound face down |
Gotta know that a hoe gonna get it Let her know every thang copasetic |
Blazed up a black put her down a sac my homie asked me EQ where you knock that |
I pulled out a row and you know she lost control of everything a half a thizz, |
back wood and the Hennessey |
Now I got her outta body and mind but this real thang I aint talkin Bonny and |
Clyde |
(Shag Nasty) |
Don? |
t chall know you fuckin wit a real mac that aint goin for nothin but |
bringing all the scratch back outta cash man your boy will snatch a peezay |
since she comin delinquent wit bringin all the scratch back Im known to comin |
and go im on the hunt for another hoe my Lincoln Navigator is a Navi-Hoe I? |
ll mac a hoe so hard they call me knock-a-meechie tell them broads to have they |
money right before they come and see me |
Like my home girl Tina she was more than a misdemeanor when it comes to Tina |
she? |
s a pipe cleaner people ask me where I meet the hoe when me and Queezy was |
chillin at a hicky show she whispered in my ear shag you ready to go pointed |
toward the Bentley and flashed some doe I looked at that as said Girl foe sho |
told my home boys gotta hoe gotta go… |