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Trina » I Got a Bottle
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	SOUTHERN SMOKE! Moe miney meenie inny (x3) I got a bottle, I got a cup I got ice, so what's up Walk in the club when suicide close Feelin like money cause I collect dough Moe miney meenie inny Wheres that patrone and hinney I been sippin on cabonney that shits so strong Like paris hilton, gotta carry me home So full, so far gone Forgot where I parked, n lost my iPhone Still lookin good and pretty bad bitch in every city Rocks, diamonds, I got plenty Ice for the cup, now pour the hinney Escorted in the club, I brought the whole team Ain't no guest, buts it's a rockstar theme Everybody lookin of course it's the queen They admirin the crown, and the 10 carat ring I'm known for pimpin these rappers Exspecially to get a nice walk on my actin When they actually think that I'm feelin em That's wen I take they money, then I'm killin em I got a bottle, I got a cup I got ice, so what's up Walk in the club when suicide close Feelin like money cause I collect dough Moe miney meenie inny Wheres that patrone and hinney Watch me get ghost in the phantom Somethin like a pimp like david banner PIMP I crooked letta crooked letta I crooked letta Crooked letta I humpback humpback I, am so off the chain Spyin bottles ain a thing Plus I'm gonna make it rain So much money think shes insane You a 7 digit nigga if u holla at a brah With a 7 digit figga u should come in by da bah I'm talkin bout bottles, cabolley I'm wet and hott like lava I'm switchin 4 lanes in range Hangin at da coupe talkin money ain a thing Comin all out my shirt on champain Damn lil miss trina off da chain I got a bottle, I got a cup I got ice, so what's up Walk in the club when suicide close Feelin like money cause I collect dough Moe miney meenie inny Wheres that patrone and hinney I don't swerve I spin Grab a pearl grand ten I'm so stinky stinky rich, My damn dogg drive a benz Tied up blue diamond shoes Shinin suits, liverachi boo Stuntin on you, like boo who you I'm a icon ya bitch I though u knew I only drop bombs, hatas b like uh-uh Girl who she think she is I'm is wut u want is Girl I don't want yo man but I'll yo man Yo man and his friend they both my fans U don't understand miss deameanor ain playin Wen we go out to eat I got yo man payin'
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