Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trina
Trina
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Katrina Taylor
Katrina Taylor
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Mark Seymour
Mark Seymour
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Engineer
Solomon "Sox" Hepburn
Solomon "Sox" Hepburn
Executive Producer
Ted "Touche" Lucas
Ted "Touche" Lucas
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Signature
Signature
Producer
J. Jonsin
J. Jonsin
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hello to all **** and bitches
Welcome to Diggler's Wild World of Girls
I'm sitting here with the baddest bitch
That's right
So, Trina, tell us a lil' something 'bout yourself
[Verse 2]
Hustler, I'm the queen of this south shit
Tight with a cute face, that's what I'm 'bout, bitch
Sexy, specialize in fellatio
All about my pesos, never was a fake ho
Shot sure, throw the cock like a flamethrower
In the mouth of a cock blower
Just a diva mack mama looking for them ends
Traded in the Lex for the G5 Benz
[Verse 3]
Touring, on the road, getting stacks
Twenty-grand carats for the show, no tax
Bel-v is what I'm pouring on them haters
Blind 'em with the light, no imitators
Broke ass **** getting on my nerves
Get sliced, diced, chopped and served
Ask am I off the chain? I won't lie
But I don't want your man, boo, fuck that guy, uh
[Verse 4]
Oh, okay, alright
I see how y'all be getting down in the MIA
But, Trina, what I really want to know is
How would you get with a **** who live with a bitch?
[Verse 5]
Wait for his bitch to leave
Miss Trina got a trick up her sleeve
Open up the door, I walk straight in the house
Put your man down and put my cock in his mouth
I need a heavyweight like Georgy Foreman
To work my ocean like the longshoreman
I'm real successful, I live off interest
So get it right, bitch, I'm the Diamond Princess
[Verse 6]
Banking and it's all for the cause
Hey, Trina, would you suck a **** dick?
Bitch, hell naw
And fuck what a fuck tell y'all
Stay the fuck outta mine, ho, and go get a job, uh
[Verse 7]
Damn, girl, you wild as fuck
But what I really wanna know is
How you set a motherfucker up
[Verse 8]
See a **** pumping gas, don't look
Get out your car slow, drop your book
Sell 'em with your name and your freak-out game
And show a lil' shot of ass just to get in his brain
Tell him what he wanna hear calm and slow
You want this ass? Come on, let's go
Call my dawgs at the hotel, let 'em know I'm coming
Bring him upstairs and leave the car running
[Verse 9]
Get him in the room, don't be scared
Go in broke, come out with bread
That's what a **** get playing with that cheese
Fun for a freaking, watch you get skeeze
Out the door, real quick
Then out come my dawgs with them Ks and shit
Thinking with your dick, man, that ain't nothing
Trina, one more thing
Nah, no more questions
[Verse 10]
See, now that's what I'm talking 'bout
We need more real motherfuckin' bitches representing that real shit
You heard it live from the baddest bitch
Reporting live, this is Kiki
From Diggler's Wild World of Girls
See ya
[Verse 11]
I'm out
No more questions
I'm done
I'm not that bitch, I'm that other bitch
Written by: Katrina Taylor, Mark Seymour, O'Shea Jackson
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