Trina Lyrics

Trina Lyrics

"Throw It Back Lyrics"

Black Star Lyrics
Back alleys and secret doorways you always try to find passages to the other worlds but you're missing all the warning signs Countless days of fighting the quest for the Holy Grail but the mysteries of a man prevail, you just leave blood on your

f/ Deuce Poppi

[Chorus: Trina]
If I give it to you daddy would you throw it back {*repeat 3X*}
Throw it back, throw-throw it back
If I give it to you daddy would you throw it back {*repeat 2X*}
Throw it back, throw-throw it back {*repeat 2X*}

[Trina]
If I give it to you, you gotta throw it back
Gimme the cheese and the keys to yo' Maybach
You wanna - touch for free, I don't play dat
And if your money ain't right, nigga stay back
You better think twice, I like pink ice
Louis Vuitton boots with the min
The Art Of Self-extermination Lyrics
Don't you shut me out. Swimming in black waters Don't you sink me in. You will pay in fire When will I get some rest? Can I sleep again? To find peace inside… Sleep until it's gone. I'll try to separate what's inside Creatures I'll be dragging out
k tights
I ain't no cheap, chick you gotta throw it back
We gotta go to the mall boy and blow some stacks - aowwww!
And I ain't no golddigger
But you fin' to pay for this car note nigga
You gotta pay to play, e'rybody ain't able
Damn, be a man, bring somethin to the table

[Chorus]

[Deuce Poppi]
Give it to me, let me see you drop it fast
Girl we could go to Phipps {?} and get to poppin tags
Or we could ball through the mall, tear shoppin bags
And take you straight to the tail so I could chop that ass
U
Lord Have Mercy Lyrics
im tryina climb a stairways to heaven like led zeppelin/ find dat polished treasure like eddie laverde/ i do my dirt so my kids see heaven on earth/ but the pain on my heart weighs heavy it hurt/ hope u see my good intentions for wuteva its worth/ no self con
h, you wanna ride, we could swerve in the Vette
I'll fuck you from the back done pinched yo' nerve and yo' neck
That pussy so good you deserve you a check
You want that ice on your hands with the birds 'round your neck
Uhh, but I ain't no trickin nigga
I'm a trap cook crack up in the kitchen nigga
But I will lay pipe 'til that coochie dead
Nigga squirtin on curtains and Gucci spreads

[Chorus]

[Trina]
I need a, sugar daddy baller
That go to Belle Harbor and tear the mall up
Uhh, I need a D to call up
T
Ooohhh Baby Lyrics
You're the kind of girl that everybody's warned me about You're the kind of person that everybody's here staring at But now you are a topless dancer working out of a bar on Times Spuare And everybody
o break me off and tear these sugar walls up
Heidi Floess is what they call her
I'm on the private jet and I'm alcoholed up
Miss Trina, a star is born
Spoiled and rich, a ghetto Kelly Osbourne
You know I'm in demand, you see me in Japan
I'm leanin on your man, my jeans worth a grand
I'm still the baddest and you knowin that
And if I, give it to you would you throw it back?

[Chorus]

{*whispered*} Give it to me {*4X*}

Give it to me... give it to me... give it to me... give it to me {*echoes*}