"Trina's Friends Check In" lyrics
Hey, yo, what is it, yo? It's your boy, young Yanni New super producer in the game, you know what I'm saying? Coming in on the check-in from big sister You know what I'm saying? Ms. Trina, Diamond Princess It's going all the way down right here You know what I'm saying? It's the rock star joint You know what I'm saying? You may hear a couple of my joints on there For all you girls and anything You chicks in the game Man, you might as well go and hang up your jersey You know what I'm saying? My dude right here waiting You know what I'm saying? Go right into that door right there Because Trina about to take this over You know what I mean?
Yeah, yeah, yeah Y'all already know what time it is, man It's the smooth mellow dude, your boy Pleasure P Holding it down for my super rock star girlfriend No, I'm just playing She my homegirl anyway She go by the name of Trina you know, the diamond princess Miami Zone Y'all already know what time it is, man But hey, I got a problem I love to fuck I got a problem Hey, y'all gotta look out for that too, man You know what I'm saying? Me, me training plies, man We hold it down We got a problem That's on right there But anyways, I'm going to get the fuck up out of here, man Let y'all motherfuckers breathe, man Your boy Pleasure P. Holler at your boy Yes, sir
Yeah Uh-huh It's your boy, Madlock, a hungry music productions Trina you killing them out here, man Just keep doing your thing You know what I'm saying? just Keep it jalapeno Swat out
Sandy, world, y'all know who it is. It's your girl trying to wait, a.k.a. get money representing that New Orleans night war. That's my hood You know, I'm putting it down for that girl, Trina, the murder mommy The baddest bitch, a.k.a. the queen of the South Y'all heard what she said, huh? Don't play with her It's that rock star And I ain't talk about no dick sucking fiend on a block trying to get a dime He only got eight. Ah, bro I'm talking carrots, nigga, lavish lifestyles, lights, camera action. Front page, tabloids You hear me? Reality shows, fuck going platinum, nigga. We going diamond plus a whole nother level Nigga, past that ghetto fabulous shit. nigga We somewhere in Paris while a nigga playing a violin to our ass You hear me?
Trina, let these olds know what it is Check this motherfucker shit out. This your boy, this property, AKA, the fish man. It's the return of the rock star What's up, friend? Anything? She's reloaded Y'all fake bitches buy down You know what I'm talking about? Step and slide click [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah Y'all already know what time it is, man It's the smooth mellow dude, your boy Pleasure P Holding it down for my super rock star girlfriend No, I'm just playing She my homegirl anyway She go by the name of Trina you know, the diamond princess Miami Zone Y'all already know what time it is, man But hey, I got a problem I love to fuck I got a problem Hey, y'all gotta look out for that too, man You know what I'm saying? Me, me training plies, man We hold it down We got a problem That's on right there But anyways, I'm going to get the fuck up out of here, man Let y'all motherfuckers breathe, man Your boy Pleasure P. Holler at your boy Yes, sir
Yeah Uh-huh It's your boy, Madlock, a hungry music productions Trina you killing them out here, man Just keep doing your thing You know what I'm saying? just Keep it jalapeno Swat out
Sandy, world, y'all know who it is. It's your girl trying to wait, a.k.a. get money representing that New Orleans night war. That's my hood You know, I'm putting it down for that girl, Trina, the murder mommy The baddest bitch, a.k.a. the queen of the South Y'all heard what she said, huh? Don't play with her It's that rock star And I ain't talk about no dick sucking fiend on a block trying to get a dime He only got eight. Ah, bro I'm talking carrots, nigga, lavish lifestyles, lights, camera action. Front page, tabloids You hear me? Reality shows, fuck going platinum, nigga. We going diamond plus a whole nother level Nigga, past that ghetto fabulous shit. nigga We somewhere in Paris while a nigga playing a violin to our ass You hear me?
Trina, let these olds know what it is Check this motherfucker shit out. This your boy, this property, AKA, the fish man. It's the return of the rock star What's up, friend? Anything? She's reloaded Y'all fake bitches buy down You know what I'm talking about? Step and slide click [?]
