Lyrics Killing You Hoes - Trina

Ah, ah, yep, yep, yep
The baddest bitch is back (I'm back, I'm back)
Part two (part two, part two)
I'm reloaded and I'm killing you, hoes (killin' you, hoes)

You see the outfit, bitch? I'm killing you, hoes (bitch)
Cute face and ass swole, I'm killing you, hoes
I got the best pussy out, I'm killing you, hoes
And ain't nothin' you can do about it, I'm killing you, hoes

You see the outfit, bitch? I'm killing you, hoes (bitch)
Cute face and ass swole, I'm killing you, hoes
I got the best pussy out, I'm killing you, hoes
And ain't nothin' you can do about it, I'm killing you, hoes

Uh, I don't care what a bitch think and how a hoe feel
'Cause ain't none one of your hoes payin' my bills (that's right)
And ain't none one of your hoes finna buy me a crib
And ain't none one of your hoes finna get me a whip (uh, yeah)

I know I must make a lot of y'all hoes sick (ah)
All I can tell you is, "Hoe, get used to it, bitch"
'Cause Miss Trina the baddest as it fuckin' get (ah)
And I don't sweat, niggas (and I don't) and I don't fight over dick (uh)

So while you're fuckin' for free, I'm tryna get rich
And don't you cross that line 'cause I get hot quick
And if you do, it's gon' be me and you up in this bitch (uh-oh)
And I'ma show you why they call me the baddest bitch (c'mon)

You see the outfit, bitch? I'm killing you, hoes (bitch)
Cute face and ass swole, I'm killing you, hoes
I got the best pussy out, I'm killing you, hoes
And ain't nothin' you can do about it, I'm killing you, hoes

You see the outfit, bitch? I'm killing you, hoes (bitch)
Cute face and ass swole, I'm killing you, hoes
I got the best pussy out, I'm killing you, hoes
And ain't nothin' you can do about it, I'm killing you, hoes

Uh, you see the outfit, bitch (bitch), and you know what it costs
Look at how my ass poke out when I walk
'Cause your nigga wanna fuck me, it ain't my fault
And that pussy sit up real nice in my shorts (yeah)

Hate or love it, 'cause you broke hoes gonna talk
And I can go in any club and shut that bitch down
And I can come to your city and make it my town
So when you see me, hoe, you better smile and don't frown

'Cause I got a couple of my dawgs that's ready to clamp
And you'd be best off sittin' your tired ass down
And all you jealous-ass hoes, you better move 'round (move 'round)
And ask these hoes in Dade how it gets down (gets down)

You see the outfit, bitch? I'm killing you, hoes (bitch)
Cute face and ass swole, I'm killing you, hoes
I got the best pussy out, I'm killing you, hoes
And ain't nothin' you can do about it, I'm killing you, hoes

You see the outfit, bitch? I'm killing you, hoes (bitch)
Cute face and ass swole, I'm killing you, hoes
I got the best pussy out, I'm killing you, hoes
And ain't nothin' you can do about it, I'm killing you, hoes

Uh, the topic of discussion, I can fuck whoever I want
Look at me, bitch, I got everything you hoes want
I can fuck a nigga in a Bentley or a nigga in the dump
You get your money in pieces, I get mine in a lump

You're only ballin' on weekends, I ball a whole month
I'm just a hood bitch, rich, suburbian cash
A little fly-ass chick who got a lotta class
I wanna spend your money, nigga, and put mine in a stash

You got me fucked up 'cause Trina gon' have the last laugh
And get your hustle up, hoe, look like you're doin' bad
You lost a lotta weight, shit, you're fallin' off fast
I feel sorry for ya, might let you borrow some ass

You see the outfit, bitch? I'm killing you, hoes (bitch)
Cute face and ass swole, I'm killing you, hoes
I got the best pussy out, I'm killing you, hoes
And ain't nothin' you can do about it, I'm killing you, hoes

You see the outfit, bitch? I'm killing you, hoes (bitch)
Cute face and ass swole, I'm killing you, hoes
I got the best pussy out, I'm killing you, hoes
And ain't nothin' you can do about it, I'm killing you, hoes