you want a bad bitch? Trina's the baddestAnd I'm thick and fine from the cornbread and the cabbage, a savageI would give you my number so you can have thisBut I don't need the stalkin, prank calls or the madness My ass like WHOA, my goodies incred-ibleI'm in this cheerleader skirt, and these legs flexibleYou flippin and pushin and pushin to flip itYou can have an old lady, if I want you I ain't trippinI got, my own money own cars own houseI can cook a meal same time and turn a nigga outI'm the, example of what you want up on your teamBut these Dior bags and my time gon' cost cream, uhhNow I ain't gotta meet your momma, gimme dollarsGimme Gucci, gimme Chanel, pearls and gimme Prada, uhhA hood chick, I got yo' man, what a tragedyHe give me his paper to his plastic, I'm a bad bitch
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