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(feat. J-Shin) [1 - J-Shin (Trina)] You're the finest bitch I've ever seen (That's right) Looking like a ghetto queen So call it ghetto fabulous She the type of bitch I wanna bust Said baby can I drop this please In the tail from the back while smokin' trees Hey sexy mama, playful eyes Just tell me can you freak me right? [Trina] Yo, yo, uh Miss Trina Z3 Beamer Open up my legs put your head in between em Till I bust like lead from a heater Make sure you got bread for the diva Leave a niggas pockets dry like the cleaners Fly by with the shine bright gleamers Flossin' with the lime Via Spigas Make it hurt with the H-Class pieces I take back shots, take back shots Get a nigga for his cake and his rocks Positions that you've never even heard before Twist around and ride a dick vertical, uh SongtexteFine, looky here where the long dick niggas at? Where them six figure stacks and the fifties at? You're the average bitch, I got carats bitch Hot with a ho cause I'm da baddest bitch [J-Shin] I got 69 ways to make you come my way Those other bitches don't play I do it 69 ways I wanna get down with her (Down with her) I wanna get down with her (Down with her) [Trina] Ghetto superstar Niggas eat the pussy like a sushi bar Never let a nigga hit the koochie raw Might bust a nut on my Gucci bra I guess you think you fuckin' with a hoochie huh? Fat pussy lookin' juicy huh? In this two piece Coogi huh? You got twenty grand you can screw me huh? Got a hundred grand we can make a movie huh? I know you'll stick with me, cause your baby daddy trick with me Cop rocks at Tiffany's I make him fuck till his back stiff Hid the stash in the mattress so I can shop at Sax Fifth Fuck a nigga just for practice Fake a nut like an actress give a fake address Milk a nigga like a fat breast Till there ain't no cash left Shit I'm a bad bitch [Repeat 1] Aus Songtexte Mania