เนื้อเพลง Killing You Hoes - Trina

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The baddest b*tch is back,
I'm back part 2, part 2
I'm reloaded and I'm killin you hoes

[Chorus: x2]
You see dat outfit b*tch
I'm killin you hoes

Cute face and ass swoll
I'm killin you hoes

I got the best p*ssy out
I'm killin you hoes

And ain't non you can do about
I'm killin you hoes

I don't care what a b*tch think or how a hoe feel
Cause ain't nann one of you hoes payin my bills
And ain't nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib
And ain't nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip

I know I must make a lot of ya'll hoes sick
And all I can tell you hoes, get used to it b*tch!

Cause Ms. Trina the baddest as it f*ckin get
And I don't sweat n*ggas and I don't fight over d*ck

So while you f*ckin for free, I'm tryna get rich
And don't you cross that line cause I get hot quick
And if you do it's gonna be me & u up in this b*tch
And I'm gonna show you why they call me the baddest b*tch

[Chorus x2]

You see dat outfit b*tch (b*tch)
And you know what it costs

Look at how my ass poke out when I walk
Cause your n*gga wanna f*ck me it ain't my fault
And my p*ssy sit up real nice in ma shorts

Hate or love it, cause you broke hoes gonna talk
And I can go in any club and shut that b*tch down
And I can come to your city and make it my town
So when you see me hoe you better smile and don't frown

Cause I got a couple of my dawgs that ready to clamp
And you'd be best off sittin your tired ass down
And all you jealous ass hoes better move round
And ask these hoes in Dade how it gets down

[Chorus x2]

The topic of discussion, I can f*ck whoever I want
Look at me b*tch I got everything you hoes want
I can f*ck a n*gga in the Bentley or a n*gga in the dump
You get your money in pieces I get mines in a lump

You only ballin on weekends,
I'm ballin the whole month
I'm just a hood b*tch,
Rich suburbia cash,
A little fly ass chick who got alota class

I wanna spend your money n*gga and put mine in a stash
You got me f*cked up cause Trina gonna have the last laugh
Get your hustling hoe, look like your doin bad

You lost alota weight sh*t, you fallin off fast
I feel sorry for ya' might let you borrow some ass

[Chorus x2]