歌手:Trina
专辑:《The Glamorest Life》

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)