Heated Lyrics & Chords By Trina
Trina "Heated"
(AOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)
2000 and 4 shit
(AAAWWW-TRINA!)
This is
a world premiere
Trina, talk to 'em
(Chorus)
pick it up
u don't wanna see me heated yall (pick it up)
u don't wanna see me heated yall(pick it up)
u don't wanna see me heated yall(tell me why girl)
bitch i'll fuck yo ass up
pick it up
u don't wanna see me heated yall(pick it up)
u don't wanna see me heated yall(pick it up)
u don't wanna see me heated yall(tell me why girl)
bitch i'll fuck yo ass up
(Trina)
Bad bitch from the south keep shit locked
any bitch run her mouth will get dropped
see me ride in six, dropped
you ain't heard, my nookie so good it could ressurrect 'Pac
Trina ride on a track, never take a pit stop
you only on the radio cuz' you fuckin' disc Joc
it's Saturday, let da 'cris pop
me and lil' Bre, Von Dutch, head to the Flip-Flops
hop out of the G-5 and on to the jet
you in that Nissan, thats why you aint get respect
everywhere i go, i got cameras flashin'
you the preview, i'm the main attraction
yes ya man is watchin', you gettin' all mad
ya' heart beats fast every time i walk past
my hand real hard, but i got a soft ass
i play the sweet role
don't make me get off glass
(Chorus)
pick it up
u don't wanna see me heated yall (pick it up)
u don't wanna see me heated yall(pick it up)
u don't wanna see me heated yall(tell me why girl)
bitch i'll fuck yo ass up
pick it up
u don't wanna see me heated yall(pick it up)
u don't wanna see me heated yall(pick it up)
u don't wanna see me heated yall(tell me why girl)
bitch i'll fuck yo ass up
(Trina)
shit can't stop, crickedy jeans wit' da Matchin tanktop
tell me i ain't hot
if you think not lanm hoe catch shots
dis niggah think' im sweatin' his Rolex watch
you need more than that, to get in my thighs
car that flies, maybe a house in the sky
i know you wanna beat it up right quick
and I was the first bitch Kobe cheated on his wife wit'
tight shit, Diamond Princess
don't be the first name, on my hitlist
trust me, thats not a good look
imma Vet', you a Rook', hoes better get shook
bitch go and read a book
find something to slob
you workin' my nerves like a part time job
5 years in the game, still undefeated
we can do the damn thing, don't get me heated
(Chorus)
pick it up
u don't wanna see me heated yall (pick it up)
u don't wanna see me heated yall(pick it up)
u don't wanna see me heated yall(tell me why girl)
bitch i'll fuck yo ass up
pick it up
u don't wanna see me heated yall(pick it up)
u don't wanna see me heated yall(pick it up)
u don't wanna see me heated yall(tell me why girl)
bitch i'll fuck yo ass up
(Trina)
Miss Trina, ahead of the game
act up hoes better get ready for pain
no talk, I don't let 'em explain
off the chain from' the city in the south
where da weather da same
drunk niggas in the club, stay spittin' they game
he wanna make sweet love
but i'd rather the brains
better eat it 'til i can't walk straight
and if Chingy ever tried, he'll prolly talk straight
i'm that bitch that you hate, gettin' paid to rap
Bust forgot his rhymes when i made it clap
i'm the first girl that put daid on the map
i touch my toes, ya' man came in his lap
hypno and 'cris might have you fuckin' tonight
and if you can't feel this, you ain't touchin' it right (shhhit)
i know Cali got my back
and when you turn it up
then hit the lights, bitch watch ya' back
