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Mrs. Jenifer Mack, peux-tu prendre un message, please? This is Trina, see, I'm Mack I want him to come fuck my brains out Okay, what was your name again? Trina Trina? I can’t, can you use another word, than, that word? I can't, I can't cut them off in space, just send it through I’ll hang out and hustle till my pockets on tight Can't wait to hit the club at the end of the night I got this badass groupie I can fuck on sight But it take a few exes to be picked to get her right The ho blow dick like a pro when she buzzin' And the last thing I heard She was dykin' with her cousin But I must be true for the bitch trеat me like a man She put my lеft nut in her mouth And she's the right one in her hand Massagin', talkin' about menage a troisin' Fuckin’ all night, me, her, and the girl risin’ Hold up, bitch, get the fuck up, cut the lights on She said, I've never seen a gangster with so much ice on Bitch, I’m a high-tech thug smokin' high-tech drugs Now get this lovely and rub this dick on your mug Squeeze it, don't tease it, I got somethin' for you to taste So jack me off and lick it till I nut in your face, bitch Roll up a fat one and pop X Heavy on my two way, the hash tax Whatever you need, I got it, it’s on deck You fucking with some vets The hustle, it's high tech, with some high tech thugs Smoking high tech drugs, when you in the club Niggas throw your hands up Cause we don't give a, we don't give a, we don't give a fuck High tech thugs, smoking high tech drugs VIP like a star, we don't go to the bar for no liquor, hold that blunt I don't smoke nothing but y'all niggas Just shit niggas used to hang out and ball with us When they see a block of chickens in their yard with us With a little stank looking like Tyra Banks Ain't no limit to y'all niggas like y'all ride with tanks Wanna ice the broad out and pay the whole rent I wouldn't give a damn if you slept in a tent I wouldn't give that slut a single red cent No, no, I wanna hit for free for no dough That's your hoe You deal with that I'ma keep it real with that dog the broad Check me out, I'm blowin' bomb in the Bentley On great big doves, it's so fly That the bitches even holla at the scrub I'm a cold nigga on these hoes in the rag rolls Pimp nigga, only pump my brick for bad hoes 9.9 hoes, brick-scale dime hoes Fine, but the sucker football through a line hole Nasty bitches, them the types I like But the straighter the dice, long as you don't bite Swallow it, you little cute model bitch Try to hit me for a lick, but dawg You get his dick in your mouth In the mouth, throwin' up the set I'll leave you feelin' with your pussy wet B.X. BX Roll up a fat one and pop X Heavy on my two way, the hash tax Whatever you need, I got it, it's on deck You fucking with some vets The hustle, it's high tech, with some high tech thugs Smoking high tech drugs, when you in the club Niggas throw your hands up Cause we don't give a, we don't give a, we don't give a fuck High tech thugs, smoking high tech drugs I like my balls like sports cars, fast and exotic They know when we kick it, sex is the topic It's all about blasting, fuck that old-fashioned shit Never leave a nigga mashing out after I hit I got my game locked tight, go ahead and check I got a main bitch and keep at least two of it, it's on deck I come correct, let them know what they up against And as soon as they see the chain They know what they fucking with I be hard on them hoes though Never letting up Spit some game in they ear Make the pussy wet enough I got them setting up to blow me Cause they think that I'm rich This hoe don't hoe like this, make me just Stop callin' my house At three o'clock in the goddamn morning Stop droppin' by your first and last warning Listen, you knew my fuckin' Pedigree when you stepped to me Threw the sex to me, threw it back with a stack of these Deep throat, that's all she wrote Roll some dope, a nigga needs somethin' to smoke Never promoted that, I was ever here lookin' for love Now that you know what you caught up in the heat of the moment Used to be tight, we got a room fucked all night Now you tryin' to lock me down, you know that shit ain't right I'm free, ain't you, till I find the right team See what I mean Chase my goals while you bitches chasin' the dream Lose your sting, losin' your cool, actin' a fool At your age, bitch, not the size of your shoe You was the one that I would call when there was nothin' to do So kick ass, crazy bitch Ain't fuckin' with you Roll up a fat one and pop X Heavy on my two way, the hash tax Whatever you need, I got it, it's on deck You fucking with some vets The hustle, it's high tech, with some high tech thugs Smoking high tech drugs, when you in the club Niggas throw your hands up Cause we don't give a, we don't give a, we don't give a fuck High tech thugs, smoking high tech drugs Roll up a fat one and pop X Heavy on my two way, the hash tax Whatever you need, I got it, it's on deck You fucking with some vets The hustle, it's high tech, with some high tech thugs Smoking high tech drugs, when you in the club Niggas throw your hands up Cause we don't give a, we don't give a, we don't give a fuck High tech thugs, smoking high tech drugs