• Artist: Trina
• Song Title: Killing You Hoes
• Album: Still Da Baddest

Ah ah ah yep yep yep

The baddest b**** is back,
I'm back part 2, part 2
I'm reloaded and I'm killin you hoes

[Chorus: x2]
You see dat outfit b****
I'm killin you hoes

Cute face and a** swoll
I'm killin you hoes

I got the best p****out
I'm killin you hoes

And ain't non you can do about
I'm killin you hoes

I don't care what a b**** think or how a hoe feel
Cause ain't nann one of you hoes payin my bills
And ain't nann one of you hoes fina buy me a crib
And ain't nann one of you hoes fina get me a whip

I know I must make a lot of ya'll hoes sick
And all I can tell you hoes, get used to it b****!

Cause Ms. Trina the baddest as it f***in get
And I don't sweat n****s and I don't fight over d***

So while you f***in for free, I'm tryna get rich
And don't you cross that line cause I get hot quick
And if you do it's gonna be me & u up in this b****
And I'm gonna show you why they call me the baddest b****

[Chorus x2]

You see dat outfit b**** (b****)
And you know what it costs

Look at how my a** poke out when I walk
Cause your n**** wanna f*** me it ain't my fault
And my p****sit up real nice in ma shorts

Hate or love it, cause you broke hoes gonna talk
And I can go in any club and shut that b**** down
And I can come to your city and make it my town
So when you see me hoe you better smile and don't frown

Cause I got a couple of my dawgs that ready to clamp
And you'd be best off sittin your tired a** down
And all you jealous a** hoes better move round
And ask these hoes in Dade how it gets down

[Chorus x2]

The topic of discussion, I can f*** whoever I want
Look at me b**** I got everything you hoes want
I can f*** a n**** in the Bentley or a n**** in the dump
You get your money in pieces I get mines in a lump

You only ballin on weekends,
I'm ballin the whole month
I'm just a hood b****,
Rich suburbia cash,
A little fly a** chick who got alota class

I wanna spend your money n**** and put mine in a stash
You got me f***ed up cause Trina gonna have the last laugh
Get your hustling hoe, look like your doin bad

You lost alota weight s***, you fallin off fast
I feel sorry for ya' might let you borrow some a**

[Chorus x2]