You Ain't Nothing

Trina

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    Damn, feel like I done got sick
    Yea, it's da baddest bitch, I'm in da booth
    Coughs coughs
    Uh, nothin... nothin... nothin
    Coughs coughs
    Damn I think I got the bird flu,
    I'm bout to shit on bitches.

    [Verse 1]
    Miss trina diamond motherfuckin don diva
    I still don't know nann hoe who can see the diva
    If she say she can tell the bitch I wanna see her
    730 at the spot tell da bitch I wanna meet her
    Cause I know dis ass fake and these tities sit right
    Keep my pussy in channel he wanna fuck me all night
    Talk about me to his friends and how I throat da dick right
    How he hit it from the back and how this pussy stay tight.
    Gimme the keys to tha bentley that's right.
    Hope you ain't forget I'm still da baddest
    Ya'll hoes knew what I had before I had this
    "here we go" dough I was a savage
    Fendi horse and carriage my baggage
    Louis vutton at the school house prom
    Everybody knew trina, I had it goin on
    And still goin on so bitches get gone before
    I ring the alarm and put a match to tha song.

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    [Chorus]
    Cause you ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
    Niggas ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
    These bitches ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
    Ya'll need to alk about somethin cause you ain't talkin bout nothin.
    Nothin nothin.
    Niggas ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
    These bitches ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
    Ya'll need to alk about somethin cause you ain't talkin

    [Verse 2]
    I don't hear ya yappin cause you ain't talkin bout nothin
    A video with "j", bitch you ain't said nothin.
    Ol' nappy rooted mut. actin like she doin somethin
    When I catch you straight fade no police fuck fussin!
    "Who da fuck am I? "
    Call me "miss billion dolla ass"
    Which has been on covers of some billion dolla ads
    Let alone, don't forget this trillion dolla face
    Only covers you been on was your mugshot rate.
    Bitch, you still gettin beat by that nigga who don't want ya
    With em five kids you ain't know they daddy don't ya?
    You don't want it sweety got your path mapped out
    Think you back up in da game? I had you pushed back out
    With yo back out sellin pussy in da "a"
    But we know that won't sell but for effort earn an "a"
    And get them teeth fixed, spray some sheen on em dreads
    Get them bags out ya eyes, get some rest and go to bed.

    [Chorus]
    Cause you ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
    Niggas ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
    These bitches ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
    Ya'll need to alk about somethin cause you ain't talkin bout nothin.
    Nothin nothin.
    Niggas ain't talkin about nothin... nothin
    These bitches ain't talkin about nothin... nothin

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