- Trina Back to Me 歌词
- Trina
- Out of all the shots closed
No more free throws
And it ain't no more
Lickin' in his speed coat
No better, do better
Had it real good
Rap bitch with her own trend setter
I never asked him for shit
Basic ass nigga
Really wasn't 'bout shit
Man, I'm tired of puttin' these niggas on
And makin' 'em famous
They be sayin' they love me
Then they doin' the same shit
These niggas wanna beat me
Girl, he want the fame
Wanna be on TV
Man, what's wrong with him?
Have you watchin' they moves
And I be tellin' my bitches
Man, he be thinkin' I'm clueless
So I'm out for his riches
Man, karma be a bitch
Didn't get far, these niggas thinkin' they slick
Then they come back crawlin' and shit
Niggas lost everythin', now they on they dick
Nigga, I don't wanna talk
I ain't erased all your math
Social media blocked
And it ain't my fault
You got caught in the whip
What the fuck you thought?
Ain't no bitch that better than me
I'm young Moses
I could part any sea
So think twice when you checkin' for me
Cause it ain't no comin' back
I'm a real OG
You wanna delete me, baby
But you see I don't need, baby
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
You wanna delete me, baby
But you see I don't need, baby
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
See the face on 10, body on 10
And the bank account on win
They see me in the field, man
I'm stashin' them commas
I pull up on these niggas in the flyin' saucer
Buyin' that nigga
Became my own boss
No bra, titties out, bitch
I think I'm Rick Ross
Think I'm Big Meech
Make chop like Bruce Lee
And the last thing you should think
A bitch sleep
My game on fleek
And your new bitch
She homeless chick
I laugh at it 'cause she's a small matter
I live a high rise
Her section ain't chatter
And you ain't no better
Thinkin' these hoes gon' make you better
What the fuck, nigga?
Lil nigga, go and play with these hoes
Cause you ain't in my league, nigga
I ball with pros
Nigga, I don't wanna talk
I ain't erased all your math
Social media blocked
And it ain't my fault
You got caught in the whip
What the fuck you thought?
Ain't no bitch that better than me
I'm young Moses
I could part any sea
So think twice when you checkin' for me
Cause it ain't no comin' back
I'm a real OG
You wanna delete me, baby
But you see I don't need, baby
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
You wanna delete me, baby
But you see I don't need, baby
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
Don't you come runnin' back to me
Runnin' back to me
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