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[Chorus]
(trina) Ball wit me playboy what`s stoppin` you? You got a case of Cris, you needa pop a few (24) Look here I`ll pop a few If you pop a few (trina) Nigga I`ll buy up the bar fron 1 to 2 (24) Look here I`ll but up the bar from 2 to 4 You know this pimp shit easy! (trina) It`s beautiful Ball wit me playboy what`s stoppin` you? You got a case of Cris, you needa pop a few (24 karatz) Spittin game to a stallion Sippin` on half a gallon Ice medallion, Iceburg Italian Handlin` knots in the gamblin` spots Gettin` loose wit a twenty pack handlin` blocks Hit a nigga in the head wit the stainless steel Slangin` packs while the po-po`s changin` shifts Caked up at the bar, nigga let all them hoes It`s the adominal snowman, everything frozen Gettin` off glass wit the Chrissy crunk Got three, four dike bitches pissy drunk Got them hoes kissin` cunts and twistin` blunts When them hoes get ghost I don`t miss them stunts Cause I pick up sluts with pickup trucks Put dick down ya throat bitch, hiccup nuts Bitch what? imma give you some play Out the exotic playa clique and that 2-4-k [Chorus] (trina) Uh hoes envy, drapped in a coat, fit me In the Rolls Bently sittin on twenties Hot girl, accent those Dressed wit stones, niggas caress my toes Hoes wanna test my flows Bitch let me be I ain`t chose the game Ho the game chose me But yes froze me, rocks in my rosary Sippin` on Don P, the bar on me All my girls drink Cris, think this You a courdoroy ho, imma mink bitch So go on `bout yo business Lick nuts, drink dicks Yo ol` tired ass, still draggin`, freak bitch Who`s bad? So I stay fitted You wanna test Trina Come on, play wit it I know y`all wanna take my place Cause I`m cute in the face, Phat in the ass, slim in the waist uh [Chorus] (24 karatz) While y`all niggas spittin` the glock I be ticklin` twat Triplin` knots to see the villas and yachts Call all the killas ya got Bitches I`ll clock a kill if I drop Drink for my cot, cop me a Linc and a drop Makin` a rock, and same day drill up your block But on the flip side, why ya hate me? Cause I`m gettin` head in England No weddin` ring ban Out the XL I creep in the four dot six van Leave you in the dirt like it`s quicksand You mad cause you never brawl like you a six man What is you foolish? Hit you wit the metal leave you clueless Now you on the dash like Stacey All actin` crazy, cause your main bitch wanna masturbate me Do me like R. Kelly, drink half my babies Go `head bitch, indulge, taste it, still hate me? [Chorus]
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