Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heated, artist - Trina. Album song 1990 Until..., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Slip-N-Slide
Song language: English
Heated |
2004 shit |
You know the name |
(Ahhhhhhh) Trina! |
This is a world premiere |
Trina, talk to 'em |
Pick it up |
You don’t wanna see me heated y’all (pick it up) |
You don’t wanna see me heated y’all (pick it up) |
You don’t wanna see me heated y’all (tell me why girl) |
Bitch I’ll fuck yo ass up |
(Repeat 1x) |
Bad bitch from the South keep shit locked |
Any bitch run her mouth will get dropped |
See me ride in the six, dropped |
You ain’t heard, my nookie so good it could resurrect 'Pac |
Trina ride on a track, never take a pit stop |
You only on the radio 'cause' you fucked a disc jock |
It’s Saturday, let the Cris pop |
Me and Lil' Bre, Von Dutch, head to the Flip-Flops |
Hop out of the G-5 and on to the jet |
You in that Nissan, that’s why you don’t get respect |
Everywhere I go, I got cameras flashin' |
You the preview, I’m the main attraction |
Yes ya man is watchin', you gettin' all mad |
Ya' heart beat fast every time I walk past |
My head real hard, but I got a soft ass |
I play the sweet role |
Don’t make me get off glass |
Shit can’t stop, freaky BG’s, wit' da matchin' tanktop |
Tell me I ain’t hot |
If you think not lang hoe catch shots |
This nigga thinkin' I’m sweatin' his Rolex watch |
You need more than that, to get in my thighs |
A car that fly, maybe a house in the sky |
I know you wanna beat it up right quick |
And I was the first bitch Kobe cheated on his wife wit' |
Tight shit, Diamond Princess |
Don’t be the first name on my hit list |
Trust me, that’s not a good look |
I’m a Vet, you a Rook, hoes better get shook |
Bitch, go and read a book |
Find somethin' to slob |
You workin' my nerves like a part time job |
5 years in the game, still undefeated |
We can do the damn thing, don’t get me heated |
Miss Trina, ahead of the game |
Act up, hoes better get ready for pain |
No talk, I don’t let 'em explain |
Off the chain from that city in the South |
Wit' or with are the same |
Drunk niggas in the club, stay spittin' they game |
He wanna make sweet love |
But I’d rather they brains |
Better eat it 'til I can’t walk straight |
And if Chingy ever tried, he’ll prolly talk straight |
I’m that bitch that you hate, gettin' paid to rap |
Busta forgot his rhymes when I made it clap |
I’m the first girl to put Dade on the map |
I touch my toes, ya' man came in his lap |
Hypno and Cris might have me fuckin' tonight |
And if you can’t feel this, you ain’t touchin' it right (shhhit) |
I know Cali got my back |
And when you turn it up |
And hit the lights, bitch watch ya' back |