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Coolio F/ J Ro Billy Boy - B R Right lyrics
Nam-yo-ho-rang-yay-kyo
 [Chorus: repeat 2X]
 Trina: YO! I want my ass smacked
 Ludacris: Legs wide
 Trina: Front back
 Ludacris: Side to Side
 Trina: Pussy wet
 Ludacris: Slip-N-Slide
 Yup everything gon' be al-right
 [Trina]
 Wait bitch I'ma blow my kisses
 Get pissed and throw my dishes
 Y'all niggaz know just who this is
 WHOO! WHOO! and the head so viscious
 With me this shit gone cost
 You short than thats your loss
 You know this ass is soft
 Make a nigga go to breaking off
 Tell me that you love me baby
 And get high and fuck me crazy
 Get a towel and wipe me off
 You want a bitch with no type of flaws
 My girls be shopping hard
 These hoes be buying cars
 In the club buying bars
 Nipples hard is a sign of bras
 All my niggaz who getting cheese
 Throwback and the crispy G's
 Moet, Cris on freeze
 laugh at a tab cuz this on me
 Me and Luda in a cut supreme
 Doing things just to touch the creme
 So many names wanna fuck the Queen
 I live a life like its just a dream
 UH!
[Chorus]
 [Ludacris]
 Hit it right behind JUMP!
 Give me the beat then I'ma make it bump
 Tell me what you wanna hear damn yes it can
 Trouble with your man I'ma pop my trunk
 You aint seen no chicks like mine
 You aint seen no flips like mine
 Gonna make you (UGH!) next to the subwoofers in my 6 by 9
 Tell me that you like it raw
 Tell me that my dick is WAAH!
 I might make you famous and buy you watches by Maurice Lacroix
 Tell me if it's new or old
 Tell me if its hot or cold
 Let me know if it's black and bold
 Say Ludacris 6 million sold
 See I ain't got no time for gamesCoolio F/ J Ro Billy Boy - B R Right - http://motolyrics.com/coolio-f-j-ro-billy-boy/b-r-right-lyrics.html
 And I ain't got no time for lames
 How you loving my Southern slang....
 OOH-EEH-WATTA-WATTA-BING-BANG
 So anytime you need me call
 Winter summer spring or fall
 It doesn't matter come one come all
 Either get dropped or drop them drawls
[Chorus]
 [Trina]
 Diamond - Princess
 Just mind your business
 These rumors are senseless
 Your whispers are endless
 We living ghetto fab
 We spending hella cash
 This girl is hella bad
 Your choice is trailer trash
 Too much taste for whores
 You saw me grace The Source
 You watched me work the Vibe
 Bitches I works for mine
 One time for these divas
 Two times for these Visa's
 Third time I come I'm breezing
 The ice just keeps on freezing
 Hold up I'ma keep it going
 Back to back I'ma keep on blowing
 Platinum plaques keeping it up
 Wet Saks keeping it gut
 Look girl you don't know my angle
 A hundred thou on a platinum bangle
 My niggaz will slow your roll
 Pussy power we in control
[Chorus]
 [Trina]
 YO! That's right I'm back again
 Round two motherfuckers that's right
 I'm talking greasy
 I'ma arrogant lil' motherfucker huh?
 That's right I'm rich I'm that bitch (That's right)
 I'm bout to show y'all how to pimp this shit
 I'm fucking niggaz in the face
 The game is mine 2003 fuck that
 Fuck all y'all haters fuck all y'all bitches, get a life
 You got too much times on your hands
 I want y'all bitches to get a job
 Up your game pimp your game up baby
 It's all about me this time fuck that
 Fuck a dime I'ma silver dolla- HOLLA!
 Catch me when I come off tour fuck y'all
 I'm out












