作词 : K. Taylor/R. Jones/N. Washington/M. Seymour 作曲 : K. Taylor/R. Jones/N. Washington/M. Seymour (Intro) Unusual suspect (unusual suspect) But I know these ****** (but I know these ******). Jim Johnson, Big D (Jim Johnson & Big D). Ah dis Trina & Plies Slip & Slide thang, I'm in here wit the Baddest *****. Ah Trina take care these hoes, 'cause I got these ******. (Chorus) (Trina) My steering wheel wood, & my wheels croma. Can't pay these ****** to leave me alone. I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh. (Plies) I gotta pocket full of money and my teeth glitter. Sum bout been a trille ass *****. I'm so fresh. I'm so fresh. (Trina) Paint candy racin' sribs. Crush dem *****es off the rip. I don't think you really wanna mess with me, test me and eventually. See me speedin', cops don't see em', **** em' & feed em' wouldn't wanna be em'. I ain't scared of ya'll, I ain't no regular broad I'ain't scared at all. Like bone crusher I'll crush your bones when I come through strong with my big big brone. Ride spinners like 3-6 do. Let me do me ***** you do you. Suck this clit till my **** turn blue. Put a ***** to sleep wake me up when you threw. I'ma get dress so fresh lookin' new and it's back to the chevy or the cab for you. Chuck & Duece switchin' lanes. Ridin' dat douk & sittin' on things. You ain't never met a ***** like me and your ***** ain't never ride a **** like me. Check the paint, watch the feet, inches 26's deep, candy drippin' on the street, ***** I'm ridin; BIG. (Chorus) (Plies) Ain't too many ****** like me. I'm from a rare breed. I walk it like I talk. Was raise by a G. You ain't suppose to like me dog, 'cause I'm what you wanna be. From top to bottom being trille that's something that's in me. It's a helluva feelin to know that you 100% a real *****. I been out here gettin' money, since I was a lil *****. I'm loved by these hoes, respected by these killers, it took years of thuggin' to get to this point *****. I don't know if you know how it feels to walk around with stacks. I been broke, came up and I ain't going back. 'cause money get you friends, choppers get you respect. Respect out here in these streets, I got alot of that. (Chorus)
作词 : K. Taylor/R. Jones/N. Washington/M. Seymour 作曲 : K. Taylor/R. Jones/N. Washington/M. Seymour (Intro) Unusual suspect (unusual suspect) But I know these ****** (but I know these ******). Jim Johnson, Big D (Jim Johnson & Big D). Ah dis Trina & Plies Slip & Slide thang, I'm in here wit the Baddest *****. Ah Trina take care these hoes, 'cause I got these ******. (Chorus) (Trina) My steering wheel wood, & my wheels croma. Can't pay these ****** to leave me alone. I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh. (Plies) I gotta pocket full of money and my teeth glitter. Sum bout been a trille ass *****. I'm so fresh. I'm so fresh. (Trina) Paint candy racin' sribs. Crush dem *****es off the rip. I don't think you really wanna mess with me, test me and eventually. See me speedin', cops don't see em', **** em' & feed em' wouldn't wanna be em'. I ain't scared of ya'll, I ain't no regular broad I'ain't scared at all. Like bone crusher I'll crush your bones when I come through strong with my big big brone. Ride spinners like 3-6 do. Let me do me ***** you do you. Suck this clit till my **** turn blue. Put a ***** to sleep wake me up when you threw. I'ma get dress so fresh lookin' new and it's back to the chevy or the cab for you. Chuck & Duece switchin' lanes. Ridin' dat douk & sittin' on things. You ain't never met a ***** like me and your ***** ain't never ride a **** like me. Check the paint, watch the feet, inches 26's deep, candy drippin' on the street, ***** I'm ridin; BIG. (Chorus) (Plies) Ain't too many ****** like me. I'm from a rare breed. I walk it like I talk. Was raise by a G. You ain't suppose to like me dog, 'cause I'm what you wanna be. From top to bottom being trille that's something that's in me. It's a helluva feelin to know that you 100% a real *****. I been out here gettin' money, since I was a lil *****. I'm loved by these hoes, respected by these killers, it took years of thuggin' to get to this point *****. I don't know if you know how it feels to walk around with stacks. I been broke, came up and I ain't going back. 'cause money get you friends, choppers get you respect. Respect out here in these streets, I got alot of that. (Chorus)
