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TRINA lyrics : "I Gotta"

(feat. Rick Ross)

[RR] Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..


[Trina]
I got a, fat #~!!@ for a @@#!sucker

I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller ^!$$%
I got a, gay friend you can call her ^!$$%


[Rick Ross]
I got a, dick game with a mean hustle

I got an, Escalade no you can't touch it
I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia ^!$$%
I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters ^!$$%


[Trina]
I got a, couple girls who gon' come $#&@

I gotta, see the money time to come up
I gotta, keep it real with my hustler hoes
I got a, pump or two, who gon' boost them clothes


[Chorus: Rick Ross + (Trina)]
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours

(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)


[Rick Ross]
I gots, no love for a punk (*##$

I gotta, cuss her out to make her suck dick
I got a, !@(* in this bag baby
I got a, lil' somethin for that $$# baby


[Trina]
I know you, pay hoes cause I heard you did

I got a, headhunter that'll serve you quick
I got a, team of hoes you ain't seen befo'
With green to blow, sick with cash and cream fo' sho'


[Rick Ross]
I gotta, $#&@ 'em all just cause I can

I got her, much hotter than $#&@in her own man
The Ramada, she gave me a hundred dollars for head
But my Pradas, were slipped on, I got knee and fled


[Chorus]


[Trina]
I got a, couple cars, while most hoes starve
You gotta give it to the ^!$$% who wrote those bars

I got a, check in the mail that you couldn't believe
Now I got a Roley for 80 G's under my sleeve


[Rick Ross]
I gotta, let you hoes know who I be
So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's

I got a, trap in the hood called no ID
All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds


[Trina]
I gotta, put it down in a major way
I gotta, put y'all down with this game I play

I gotta, get my #~!!@ ate like everyday
Bring the present with the cake in ya Escalade


[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]

I got an, AK for a (*##$ ^!$$%
I gotta, let you know they only get bigger
I got a, hit man for your problems ^!$$%

I got a, couple stacks that'll solve him ^!$$%

[Trina]

I gotta... show my ^!$$% love
Cause he my ^!$$% what, now hold yo' triggers up
Ain't nuttin in this game is as big as us
If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a $#&@


[Rick Ross]
I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott
Defended by Johnny Coch' cartel on the block
I got a, fifty cal' and I'm waitin in the crowd
Ready to get it down when y'all all 50'd out


[Chorus]

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