Letras
Real nigga Radio
Make sure you check out the new Trina album
Coming soon, it's going down, Baddest Chick part two, reloaded
Badass bitches in the building
Take me to the bar, give me Grey Goose
Let me get started, it's time to tag loose
Take me to the bar, give me Grey Goose
Let me get started, it's time to tag loose
Time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Yeah, you want drama, well, I'm about to start it
With a click for the goons and all of them retarded
Protected custody is what you gon' need ho
Don't fuck with me, ay, yo, I'm clearing out the dance flo'
And I ain't talking 'bout a routine
I'm talking popo's, yellow tag, a murder scence (bitch)
Now don't get slapped with this Grey Goose bottle
'Cause I'm a sharp shooter with intentions that's gon' scar you
It's a good girl gon' bad
Had I woke up on the wrong side of the motherfucking bed
Shoe's kinda loose, oh shit, of what that last bitch said
Dirty ass bitch, probably wanna get a quick head
Paint her shirt red, let her call the feds
Talking 'bout harrassment, fill a bitch with lead
Ay, yea I've been gutta, ask my mother sister
Thinking that I'm sweet 'cause I was smiling on my album cover
Take me to the bar, give me Grey Goose
Let me get started, it's time to tag loose
Take me to the bar, give me Grey Goose
Let me get started, it's time to tag loose
Time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
I got this Grey Goose semi (uh-huh), ready for whatever
Any bitch wanna tempt me, ain't too clever
The queen should bow down, I ain't heard of that never
Better show me some respect if you know any better
This ain't just a song, it's a kite or a letter
From bitches with wicky thongs
Thinking they got their shit together
Trying to block, do voodoo, and pluck my feathers
My team all white, plus we rockstar go-getters
The feeling's mutual, if you can't stand me
I'm a bitch from Miami, sometimes I can't stand me
I talk breezy 'cause it comes easy
Right now I'm feeling myself you swear I'm Jay-Z
I'm MG, feels like I got a dick, and my balls real big
And I ain't worried 'bout shit, excuse my French
You can suck this clit, while I'm all out of my zone
Ay, bitcha don't say shit
Take me to the bar, give me Grey Goose
Let me get started, it's time to tag loose
Take me to the bar, give me Grey Goose
Let me get started, it's time to tag loose
Time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Time to, time to tag loose
Yeah, where's the waitress? I need another round
Of them Grey Goose shots to the head right now
It's going down, I can feel it in my bones
I'm a check a bitch from me right about her in the song
She dead wrong 'cause I don't bother nobody
I just wanna party like la-de-da-de
Or maybe she just wanna be my friend
And now this dumb bitch started something she can never end (yup)
I'm right here and I ain't going nowhere
You can tell by sales, Trina fans everywhere
You don't care, stop lying on the news
Now gon' change your profession bitch and upgrade your shoes