Trina

Trina
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[trina:] i want my ass smacked
[luda:] legs wide
[trina:] front back
[luda:] side to side
[trina:] pussy wet
[luda:] slip n slide
[luda:] yep everythin gon be alright

[trina:] ass smacked
[luda:]legs wide
[trina:] front back
[luda:] side to side
[trina:] pussy wet
[luda:] slip n slide
[luda:] yep everythin gon be alright

[TRINA]
wait bitch, imma blow my kisses,
get pissed and throw my dishes,
ya'll niggas know jus who this is,
woo woo, and the head so vicious.

with me, this shit gon cost,
you short? then thats yo lost,
you know this ass is soft,
make a nigga goto breakin off.

tell me that you love me baby,
get high and fuck me crazy,
get a towel and wipe me off,
you want a bitch wit no type of flaws.

my gurls be shoppin hard,
these hoes be buyin cars,
in the club buyin bars,
nipples hard in designer bras.

from the niggas who gettin chese,
throw back in the crispy jeans,
more wet? crist dont freeze,
laugh at the tab, cause this on me.

me and luda in the cut supreme,
doin things jus to touch the creme,
so many *NAMES* wana fuck the queen,
im liven a life like its jus a dream.

[CHORUS]

[LUDA]
get it right brother, jump,
gimme the beat then imma make it bump,
tell em wutcha wana hear, damn, lets get cam,
trouble witcha man, imma pop my trunk.

you aint seen no chicks like mine,
you aint seen no flicks like mine,
bet i make you cum next to the subwoofers and my 6x9's.

tell me that you like it raw,
tell me that my dick is plump,
i might make you famous, and buy you watches by marice mc. craw

tell me if its new or old,
tell me if its hot or cold,
let me know if its black & bold,
say ludacris 6 million sold.

see i aint got no time for games,
and i aint got no times for lames,
how you lovin my southern slang,
ooo eee walla walla bing bang.

so anytime you need me call,
winter, summer, spring, or fall,
it doesnt matter come one come all,
either get dropped or drop them draws.

[CHORUS]

[TRINA]
diamond, princess,
just mind, your buisness,
these rumors, are senseless,
your whispers, are endless.

we livin ghetto fab,
we spendin hella cash,
this girl is hella bad,
your choice is trailer trash.

too much, taste for whores,
you saw me grace, the stores,
your saw me work, the vibe
bitches, i works for mine.

one time, for these divas,
two times, for these visas,
third time i come im breezin,
the ice...just keeps on freezin.

hold up imma keep it goin,
back to back imma keep on blowin,
platinum plaques, keepin it up,
wet sex, keepin it good.

look girl, you dont know my angle,
a hundred thou with a platinum bengal,
my niggas'll slow your roll,
pussy power, we in control.

[CHROUS]

yea, thas right....im back again...round two mother fuckers. thas rite im
talkin greece. im a arrogant lil mother fucker huh? thas rite im rich, im
that bitch, thas rite. im about show yall how to pimp this shit. im fuckin
niggas in the face, the game is mine 2003, fuck that. fuck all yall haters,
fuck all yall bitches, get a life. you got too much time on your hands. i
want yall bitches to get a job, up your game. pimp your game up baby, its
all about me this time, fuck that. fuck a dime, im a silva dolla, holla.
catch me when i come off tour, fuck yall. im out.

# Posté le mardi 23 novembre 2004 15:47

Modifié le samedi 05 février 2005 05:35

Hoyas

Hoyas

# Posté le mardi 23 novembre 2004 15:52

Modifié le dimanche 09 juillet 2006 00:41

Shawnna

Shawnna

# Posté le mardi 23 novembre 2004 16:07

Modifié le dimanche 03 avril 2005 04:00

Lil Bow wow

Lil Bow wow

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massif c ptit


Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me

[Chorus 1: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

[Verse 1: Lil' Bow Wow]
When I step to the plate the outfielders get back (back)
Cuz they know I'm the only tight for dogs
So many back to back hits they call me little Sammie Sosa
Bubble gum, balled up all the hustlers
Y'all know how to work it when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any high steep
And break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin on, holla at me
Game time, all I think about is bringing home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me, and send my squad back home
Cuz I don't know loose to much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffin, I keep 'em to the wall

[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, got you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

[Verse 2: Lil' Zane]
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin the pop
Keep pithcin 'em, I'm in the kitchen makin radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin eggs at them chicken heads, bangin on the curb
I left 'em a word, I'm fast ballen with a curb
Happy slidin home, tellin them friends that's in the third
Sure ya done heard, who I'm doing and what I'm doin was false
And what's true, girl listen
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGregor
That other kid was just a mark, so I made him retire
See, we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I come up to bat, we all goin come home
And our fans cheers us, cuz they know what the drill goin
Out of the field and into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover, that you spent your change over
I'm in the dug with my tounge out play the game over

[Chorus 2: (Sammie)]

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen, listen
They call me young Wheezy, Rodregous
You know I'm gettin you hot, hot as the Kendrick, ya know
And I keep the crown bat swingin, swingin that at iron
Pitch on the block like monaural
To bad for TV, you won't see me I'm ridin the streets
I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get you life in the streets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth Cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call my mommy sweat heart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy batty, yeah baby
Whezzy Wee is a playa baby, and I don't share babies
So if you searchin for some bitch ain't nothin here, baby
Catch me throwin an eighty in the latest Bentley
Goin out, and Whezzy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Does hip-hop flyies are knockin up, out the park
And after the game we gone meet up after dark

[Chorus 2: repeat 2x (Sammie)]

Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my name

# Posté le mardi 23 novembre 2004 16:13

Modifié le vendredi 08 avril 2005 05:57

Chingy

Chingy

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[J/Weav]
Ooh, yea yea
DTP, how we do
Call you and you can call me
Whatever you wanna do baby

[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away

[Chingy]
It was weird how we met, huh
She was wit her mom in Bank America
I'm wit my son cashin the check
So I asked outta respect (uh)
Would she like to explore the world or buy
We can fly in my jet
Her reply was "Yes, can I ask you sumpin?"
I seen it in her eye, mama lookin like all I wanted was sex
Scene moved to the next (that is true) but it was something
about this girl's style that make me feel no regrets
We started off casual; walks through the park
Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinkin smart (smart)
Of course she might think I'm in a rush
To touch, clutch and be up, but baby I ain't on that stuff
Dropped her off and told her call me up, we can talk
Conversate about political subjects whatever's thought
So I zoomed off, lookin by and my phone rang
It was her in the shower, (she said) she said "I couldn't do without ya"
Then I said. . .

[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away

[Chingy]
The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball
Here she comes wit her friends they posted up on the wall
Now I'm showin off, trynta dunk trynta dribble break fast
Through the middle just to see her smile and giggle
Game over I punched her wit a kiss on the cheek
The homeboys lookin at me sayin "Lil Howard you weak"
But you know how that go, what I got they want
What I got I flaunt, never mess wit it, PLEASE don't
Told her "I'm going home" she asked can she go too
I'm like "Yeah boo, I can't see me without you"
Got thurr, I took a shower jumped out she in the bed
With a see-through thong said I looked at her and said. . .

[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x
(You, could, call, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I'm always one call away

[Chingy]
Girl recognize game, before game recognize YOU
You're dealin wit a player, TRUE
Now whatchu wanna do?
We can kick it and go puff on a bluuunt
Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Hen' then we can get druuunk
It's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know
Cuz if you got an attitude I could treat you just like a hoe
Get to rollin wit me baby, hop in there's enough room
We can gaze at the stars that shine like the moon
Gimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know ya
Just be true, and there's nothing I won't do, for ya
Some women like to play it foul (foul)
But them the kind I put in the place of a child (child)
Don't worry be happy and smile and. . .

[Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x
(You, could, roll, wit, me)
You call if you wanna bump over me
(If you was my baby)
I'm only one call away

# Posté le mardi 23 novembre 2004 16:16

Modifié le dimanche 03 avril 2005 08:36