Lyrical Breakdown of No Panties (feat. Tweet) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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(Chorus: Tweet)
No Panties comin' off
My love is gonna cost
'Cuz aint no way
That U gonna get up in this fo' free
(Missy Elliott)
NEW TRINA
(Verse 1: Trina)
Look Boo, Whats tha deal?
U got my cash, So U stick it in hear?
I know u be packin' the steel
But I cant suck a dick & get my lipstick smeared
Fuck, Nigga dont be drivin my braids
U got some cash?
Then I'm easily persuade
Taste ass.These un-sauteed
See I Be comin all night & all day
Uh, Miss Trina, sim seema
Fuck a beema
Got me benz
And some rimz
Tinted windows and some tens
I'll tell u time again
I'm fine enough to even fuck your mens
Looky here Slim, I go to South Beach
Lemme speak, fore u fuck me u gone treat?
And Put some Santinees' on my feet
Take me to the beach
Now crawl up in my wall real deep.
AWWWWWWWWWW
(Chorus: Tweet)
No Panties comin' off
My love is gonna cost
'Cuz aint no way
That U gonna get up in this fo' free
X2
(Missy Elliott)
NEW TRINA
(Verse 2: Trina)
Bitch, U aint gotta like me
OH, U his wifey? I think ya man like me
He had me in his car wit his hands on my bra
Breathin in my face sayin,"Trina-Awwwww"
I aint tryin to disrespect, Im jus tryin to keep u in check
See, I aint done yet.Shit Im the type of bitch
Break up happy-homes like Trick
So Mo, Easy Joe, Yeah so & so
Imma super woman ask 'MO(u know)
The way I ride wood, Supa good
Too good? And If ya man want you
Daddy Would, Bitch understood
Slip N Slide.Miss Trina
Been sold out the arena
Imma dead ringa
Street Fingaz
Dick Stinga
All up in my gut, Nigga what?
(Chorus: Tweet)
No Panties comin' off
And my love is gonna cost
'Cuz aint no way
That U gonna get up in this fo' free
X2
(Verse 3: Trina)
Hey Nigga whats tha word?
Watch my hips dont u like these curves?
I want a crib in tha beach suburbs
Two Dogs & a Mockingbird
Versace' spread on my waterbed
Now Gimme some head(gimme some head)
Miss Trina like to skitz on red
And I'm the first to say it
I'm tha baddest bitch
(Chorus: Tweet)
No Panties comin' off
My love is gonna cost
'Cuz aint no way
That U gonna get up in this fo' free
X2
(Missy Elliott)
NEW TRINA