Lyrics:
Yep [Trina]
G's up [Lil Scarppy]
Im back [Trina]
Trina trina [Lil Scrappy]
That's Right [Trina]
I done stepped my game up and sexed my frame up
One, two, three
Two, two, three
Bye, bye, my friend, I'm leaving
I'm gonna feast on the stars in the sky
And while I be gone, don't stop
If I don't turn to you
Tell me who in here could relate, III
No other help I know, I stretch my hands
Now, if I fuck this model
And she just bleached
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
everything you own ain't everything you are
This is the third trip in the back of your car filled with memories flashing by like liquid sky
Like electric
would hate on me
Maybe because I'm back and forth on the plane I mean
Got it out of the mud but don't got a stain on me (YEAH!)
Bruh, Bruh
Bruh?
stop talking, won't stop talking
Voices inside of my head
When I’m alone my mind starts racing
Back and forth my thoughts are pacing
Voices inside all up
Dangerous I rather the flame than the rain hit em
Since he two face hit his head on both sides with the same nickel
I'm not going back and forth cause I ain't
call that
Legend in the making get back to my basic
Me and Joe go back and forth we whip our foreigns around baker
Baby shake the world up started
ain't really with this hip-hop
Got a thirty, that bitch right at your door
All this back and forth, you flip-flop
Ay lil' boy, go do your chores (your
Then, back and forth
They each remembered the prayer of Hannah
When she gave her only son Samuel
To the service of the Lord
My heart delights in
three times still
Feelin' no bullet!
Forth time click fifth time click
What the hell is goin' on?
Ain't this some bullshit!
"God if you're tryin' to prove
We were a joke on the porch passing smoke back and forth, shitty timing
Three stems of aster, a dried up disaster all left in the binding
Papa, is
Peace lover I whisper back
By now my dick is already swelling
In the silk boxers she laid out for me
As I slid closer to her my staff lays perfectly
words
You try to say you'd rather be all by yourself
Ooh but I can see the way
The way you look at me
And baby, I don't believe, believe what you
[Lil' Jon & Eastside Boys]
What the fuck my nigga what the fuck (What the fuck)
[Repeat 3x's]
Back up bitch nigga back (Back up)
[Repeat 3x's]
Now if you
cheated on my main bitch (main bitch)
But my side comin back to me
I'm ballin' on these broke n**gas (swish)
Check the highlights on Sports Center (yeah)
Tell me you gon' ride, you gon' see me through my dirt
I'm stayin' by your side, girl, you got my word
She's back on the scene (back on it)
You know
1, 2, 3, 4
Give me more lovin' than I've ever had
Make it all better when I'm feelin' sad
Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not
Make me
a legacy mess with me
I'm not afraid to create my fate
Imma lay back and record my hate
Open the gate, set my own table, lay low,
Like a volcano,
I'm not
moving you back
Call it a day 'fore you sully your pride
Stay on go yeah I live for the rush
How else you think I get bands by the bunch
Money the motive I
a fluorescent orange
Dress and four inch heels to address the court
With a bullseye on his back
His whole chest and torso
Are left on the doorsteps
to be
I'ma just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home
Trynta score
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
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