Heated

Trina

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    2004 shit
    You know the name
    (Ahhhhhhh) Trina!
    This is a world premiere
    Trina, talk to 'em

    [Chorus]
    Pick it up
    You don't wanna see me heated y?all (pick it up)
    You don't wanna see me heated y?all (pick it up)
    You don't wanna see me heated y?all (tell me why girl)
    Bitch I?ll fuck yo ass up
    (Repeat 1x)

    [Trina]
    Bad bitch from the South keep shit locked
    Any bitch run her mouth will get dropped
    See me ride in the six, dropped
    You ain't heard, my nookie so good it could resurrect 'Pac
    Trina ride on a track, never take a pit stop
    You only on the radio cuz' you fucked a disc jock
    It?s Saturday, let the Cris pop
    Me and Lil' Bre, Von Dutch, head to the Flip-Flops
    Hop out of the G-5 and on to the jet
    You in that Nissan, that?s why you don't get respect
    Everywhere I go, I got cameras flashin'
    You the preview, I?m the main attraction
    Yes ya man is watchin', you gettin' all mad
    Ya' heart beat fast every time I walk past
    My head real hard, but I got a soft ass
    I play the sweet role
    Don?t make me get off glass

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    [Chorus]

    [Trina]
    Shit can't stop, freaky BG?s, wit' da matchin' tanktop
    Tell me I ain't hot
    If you think not lang hoe catch shots
    This nigga thinkin' I?m sweatin' his Rolex watch
    You need more than that, to get in my thighs
    A car that fly, maybe a house in the sky
    I know you wanna beat it up right quick
    And I was the first bitch Kobe cheated on his wife wit'
    Tight shit, Diamond Princess
    Don?t be the first name on my hit list
    Trust me, that?s not a good look
    I?m a Vet, you a Rook, hoes better get shook
    Bitch, go and read a book
    Find somethin' to slob
    You workin' my nerves like a part time job
    5 years in the game, still undefeated
    We can do the damn thing, don't get me heated

    [Chorus]

    [Trina]
    Miss Trina, ahead of the game
    Act up, hoes better get ready for pain
    No talk, I don't let 'em explain
    Off the chain from that city in the South
    Wit' or with are the same
    Drunk niggas in the club, stay spittin' they game
    He wanna make sweet love
    But I?d rather they brains
    Better eat it 'til I can't walk straight
    And if Chingy ever tried, he'll prolly talk straight
    I?m that bitch that you hate, gettin' paid to rap
    Busta forgot his rhymes when I made it clap
    I?m the first girl to put Dade on the map
    I touch my toes, ya' man came in his lap
    Hypno and Cris might have me fuckin' tonight
    And if you can't feel this, you ain't touchin' it right (shhhit)
    I know Cali got my back
    And when you turn it up
    And hit the lights, bitch watch ya' back

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    Composición: Trick Daddy, Duece Poppito, Co y Buddy Roe

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