| 2004 shit
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| You know the name
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| (Ahhhhhhh) Trina!
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| This is a world premiere
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| Trina, talk to 'em
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| Pick it up
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| You don’t wanna see me heated y’all (pick it up)
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| You don’t wanna see me heated y’all (pick it up)
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| You don’t wanna see me heated y’all (tell me why girl)
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| Bitch I’ll fuck yo ass up
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| (Repeat 1x)
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| Bad bitch from the South keep shit locked
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| Any bitch run her mouth will get dropped
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| See me ride in the six, dropped
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| You ain’t heard, my nookie so good it could resurrect 'Pac
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| Trina ride on a track, never take a pit stop
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| You only on the radio 'cause' you fucked a disc jock
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| It’s Saturday, let the Cris pop
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| Me and Lil' Bre, Von Dutch, head to the Flip-Flops
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| Hop out of the G-5 and on to the jet
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| You in that Nissan, that’s why you don’t get respect
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| Everywhere I go, I got cameras flashin'
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| You the preview, I’m the main attraction
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| Yes ya man is watchin', you gettin' all mad
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| Ya' heart beat fast every time I walk past
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| My head real hard, but I got a soft ass
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| I play the sweet role
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| Don’t make me get off glass
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| Shit can’t stop, freaky BG’s, wit' da matchin' tanktop
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| Tell me I ain’t hot
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| If you think not lang hoe catch shots
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| This nigga thinkin' I’m sweatin' his Rolex watch
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| You need more than that, to get in my thighs
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| A car that fly, maybe a house in the sky
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| I know you wanna beat it up right quick
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| And I was the first bitch Kobe cheated on his wife wit'
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| Tight shit, Diamond Princess
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| Don’t be the first name on my hit list
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| Trust me, that’s not a good look
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| I’m a Vet, you a Rook, hoes better get shook
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| Bitch, go and read a book
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| Find somethin' to slob
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| You workin' my nerves like a part time job
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| 5 years in the game, still undefeated
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| We can do the damn thing, don’t get me heated
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| Miss Trina, ahead of the game
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| Act up, hoes better get ready for pain
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| No talk, I don’t let 'em explain
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| Off the chain from that city in the South
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| Wit' or with are the same
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| Drunk niggas in the club, stay spittin' they game
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| He wanna make sweet love
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| But I’d rather they brains
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| Better eat it 'til I can’t walk straight
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| And if Chingy ever tried, he’ll prolly talk straight
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| I’m that bitch that you hate, gettin' paid to rap
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| Busta forgot his rhymes when I made it clap
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| I’m the first girl to put Dade on the map
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| I touch my toes, ya' man came in his lap
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| Hypno and Cris might have me fuckin' tonight
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| And if you can’t feel this, you ain’t touchin' it right (shhhit)
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| I know Cali got my back
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| And when you turn it up
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| And hit the lights, bitch watch ya' back |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heated , by - Trina. Song from the album 1990 Until..., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп