| We are shoppin' on Madison
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| Diamonds bright like collagen
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| Who the fuck you people challengin'?
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| I’m 4 seats as you arrives in
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| I’m paper taggin' yo cabinet
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| I’m a boss bitch but you baggin' this
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| I tell the truth, I’m bad as fuck and I’m hella cute
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| You’ve never seen a chick like Trina bitch
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| I swag you, you pull up a rinse whip
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| And I fuckin' shit with no Bentley fits
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| You gotta rub this on and go flip the grid
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| I’m goin' harder, 50 racks
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| At Dale Harbor, me and my feet nail polished
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| We ballin' bitch, we the fuckin' mafia
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| Where the money nigga? |
| Bring yo cars out
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| Say my name, you gonna pull yo cars out
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| Trina, my flow is mean
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| Shinin' like beam
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| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam
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| Beam beam beam beam beam
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| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam
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| Beam beam beam beam beam
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| I shine like
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| I can’t break you niggas
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| I ain’t with that cake you nigga
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| How much check you makin' nigga?
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| Is a in my any V or thunder nigga
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| Take the hits and stop hatin' nigga
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| It’s the baddest bitch, worst shit you nigga
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| I’m from bottom bitch, trouble girl
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| Model shit, I love my pearls, we are the shit
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| Now shake what you make that dollar with
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| I’m hatin' hoes that callin' quits
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| The bag is back and I’m hard to get
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| Bitch! |
| Here we go again, count that shit
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| All we do is win
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| First the man wanna be my friend
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| Nigga wanna cup me a piece
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| I’m good at those, in the cockle rose
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| I’m here with those
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| Trina, just focus me
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| Shinin' like beam
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| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam
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| Beam beam beam beam beam
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| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam
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| Beam beam beam beam beam
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| I shine like
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| Shine like beam like I live that Molly Bean life
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| Talk all night shit, all day, green light
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| Ain’t no problems, just pilots and bottles
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| And models, and autos and condos, she swallow
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| Dollar, I’m too fast to follow
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| You know I go all the way
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| Murcielago, mango paint
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| She freaky, she sneaky, she ain’t no saint
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| You know how that goes
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| That’s the way it goes
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| If you look out for one you gotta look out for all
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| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam
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| Beam beam beam beam beam
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| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam
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| Beam beam beam beam beam
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| I shine like
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| I show up and show off
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| Could see them hoes who act cute then broke down
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| Suck that dick till I’m tired
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| And look me in my eyes, gotta make that head fly
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| I go live, MDMA
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| A few times I was tempted to play
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| I’m racked up and plus my hoes got the cash up
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| I don’t fuck with hoes with no benefits
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| You gotta hit them hoes, that’s why I’m trippin' bitch
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| Many got shown, talkin' red bottles
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| Bitch ain’t my baby momma
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| I’m goin' harder
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| And my bitch on Molly, smokin' ganja
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| We ride around bumpin' the oldest carter
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| I taught 'er how to shoot and use that chopper
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| About to teach how to mix the coke with water
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| And if she came I’m a get a ho that’s smarter
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| Billion burgers, 8 a piece
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| I’m BBS’in, shinin' like beam
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| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam
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| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam
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| Beam beam beam beam beam
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| I shine like |