• Artist: Trina
• Song Title: Lame
• Album: n/a

[Intro]
Naw n**** get the fucc out my face
Lame a** n**** I don't know you n****
Get the fucc outta here don't be standing close to me
Get the fucc over I don't want no drink
I buy my own bottle ill buy you a bottle too
Broke a** n**** get the fucc outta here

[Chorus]
You a lame small watch ity bity chain
You a lame running round thinking you the man
Yous a lame miss me with that weak a** game
Yous a lame you so lame
N**** you a lame always talking bout yo bread
You a lame n**** probably workin wit the feds
Yous a lame u aint really got no change
Yous a lame you so lame n**** yous a lame

[Verse 1]
Who you think your fooling boy I know your lame
Cant even see the cross is that your baby chain
Think your spittin game, my ears catchin pain
Your trap bumpin hard why your shoes don't have a name
Gingivitis breath cuz u talking s***
I know everytime you lyin cuz u grab yo dicc
That's a fuccin rental you jus threw on tints
You fucc that ugly girl why you don't claim yo chicc
Thought you slangin briccs you aint Hercules
Them lil nickel bags you more like mini me's
You jus offending me caused me a tragedy
U fix your thoughts theres a chance youll be fuccin me
No I don't want yo number
No I don't wanna give you mine
And no I don't wanna meet you no where
No I don't want none of your time

[Verse 2]
Yous a snitchin a** n****
Soft get robbed p****pie a** n****
Booty d borrow your brother clothes broke n****
Standin at the crap games you lookin a** n****
Sittin shot gun d*** ridin slub a** n****
Always where you at when you call a** n****
You ring my phone bacc to bacc tired a** n****
You cant keep a job on the corner a** n****
Bond out of jail and then you bac again a** n****
Livin witcho mama cheap petty a** n****
Running outta gas all the time a** n****
Always wanna borrow a few dollas a** n****
Ol boppin a** n****

[Verse 3]
These fucc n****s lame they swear they makin bread
You wanna talk to who b**** you can gimme head
Head the other way make a you turn
Cuz ima big spender ima make yo pockets burn
Ask round the firm and i run the firms
Motivation seminars so my b****es learn
We don't fucc wit lames cuz we bad b****es
Let em know first quarter that we bout them riches
Givem tender kisses hell be blowed away
Especially wen he see how much he gone have to pay
A high maintence b**** like kimora lee
O another bad b**** who Victoria B

[Outro]
I see you lame a** n****
Im bout to start exposin u n****s
Start callin n****s names b**** a** n****s
Yal n****s don't wanna fucc wit me straight up
Im bouts to pop off on n e mutha f***a that want it they can get it
Get the fucc outta here
Lame a** n****s fucc yal lame a** b****es too
Shut the fucc up succ a dicc bithces
Yours truly trina baddest b**** of all times