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Trina Lyrics

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Introduction to the song

I want my ass smacked, legs wide, front back, side to side, Pussy wet, Slip-N-Slide, yup everything gonna be alright
Expressing a desire for sexual pleasure in various positions and activities

Wait bitch I'ma blow my kisses Get pissed and throw my dishes Why'all niggas know just who this is (Woo woo!) And the head so vicious With me this shit gone cost You short than that's your loss You know this ass is soft Make a nigga go to breaking off Tell me that you love me baby And get high and fuck me crazy Get a towel and wipe me off You want a bitch with no type of flaws
Asserting dominance and confidence in sexual prowess and willingness to engage in risky behavior; boasting about physical attributes

My girls be shopping hard These hoes be buying cars In the club buying bars Nipples hard is a sign of bras All my niggas who getting cheese Throwback and the crispy G's Moet, Cris on freeze Laugh at a tab 'cause this on me Me and Luda in a cut supreme Doing things just to touch the cream So many names want to fuck the Queen I live a life like its just a dream
Bringing attention to a luxurious lifestyle and high status; flaunting wealth and attractiveness to attract attention and admiration

Give me the beat then I'ma make it bump Tell me what you want to hear damn yes it can Trouble with your man I'ma pop my trunk You ain't seen no chicks like mine You ain't seen no flips like mine Gonna make you (Ugh!) next to the seat buckles in my 659 Tell me that you like it raw Tell me that my dick is wah! I might make you famous and buy you watches my Maurice Merquaw Tell me if it's new or old Tell me if its hot or cold Let me know if it's black and bold Say Ludacris six million sold See I ain't got no time for games And I ain't got no time for lames How you loving my Southern slang Oh, eh, watta watta bing bang! So anytime you need me call Winter summer spring or fall It doesn't matter come one come all Either get dropped or drop them drawers
Being confident in one's musical ability and ability to satisfy a man sexually; promoting a lifestyle of lavish spending and luxury; asserting dominance and control over sexual encounters

Diamond, Princess Just mind your business These rumors are senseless Your whispers are endless We living Ghetto fab We spending hella cash This girl is hella bad Your choice is trailer trash Too much taste for whores You saw me grace the Source You watched me work the Vibe Bitches I works for mine One time for these divas Two times for these Visa's Third time I come I'm breezing The ice just keeps on freezing Hold up I'ma keep it going Back to back I'ma keep on blowing Platinum plaques keeping it up Wet Saks keeping it gut Look girl you don't know my angle A hundred thou on a platinum bangle My niggas will slow your roll Pussy power we in control
Addressing gossip and rumors and expressing frustration with people's negative opinions; asserting dominance and confidence in a lavish lifestyle and physical attractiveness; promoting a message of women being in control

Yo, that's right I'm back again Round two motherfuckers that's right I'm talking greasy I'm a arrogant lil' motherfucker huh? That's right I'm rich I'm that bitch (That's right) I'm bout to show ya'll how to pimp this shit I'm fucking niggas in the face The game is mine 2003 fuck that Fuck all ya'll haters fuck all ya'll bitches, get a life! You got too much times on your hands I want ya'll bitches to get a job Up your game pimp your game up baby It's all about me this time fuck that Fuck a dime I'm a silver dolla, holla! Catch me when I come off tour fuck ya'll I'm out
Ending the song with a confident assertion of dominance and success in the music industry; dismissing negative opinions and promoting a message of self-confidence and empowerment