Trina — Fuck Boy Remix

[Intro] Watch this Turn the lights on [Verse 1: Trina] 6 in the morning, nigga at my door I'm tryna figure out what he out there for Last time I seen him, he was talkin’ shit Found out his new girl can't suck no dick Hit the intercom, I ain't let him in Pussy nigga lucky I ain’t fuck his friends Probably thought a bitch'd be down and out 'Til he seen me ridin' round in that chromed out Benz South Beach nigga, you ain't 'bout that life You cross that bridge, they takin' all that ice You don't want no problems with the boys from the bottom Strip your ass butt naked and hit the turnpike [Chorus: Trina] You’s a fuckboy, fuckboy, my bitch been said it That’s why I should've let your best friend get it We went on trips, you bought Chanel But money ain’t shit when you soft as hell 'Cause you's a fuckboy, fuckboy, my mama even said it Got a new nigga, I ain't even gotta sweat it You still gon’ talk, and that's a goddamn shame But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame, fuckboy [Verse 2: Molly Brazy] Uh, you a fuckboy You ain't tough, boy Call the gang, let 'em slide, get you touched, boy Tell my bitch to play the witness, that's a decoy Silencer, big Glock, it make no noise Back to back fifty pointers playin' freeze tag Me and Trina coppin' new ice with each bag Don't call my phone, pussy nigga, 'cause your head trash And tell your bitch to suck a dick, I got her big mad [Chorus: Trina] You's a fuckboy, fuckboy, my bitch been said it That's why I should've let your best friend get it We went on trips, you bought Chanel But money ain't shit when you soft as hell 'Cause you's a fuckboy, fuckboy, my mama even said it Got a new nigga, I ain't even gotta sweat it You still gon' talk, and that's a goddamn shame But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame, fuckboy [Verse 3: Tokyo Jetz] Pussy nigga, you been trippin 'for what? On the 'Gram peepin' shit, bitch, you been dissin' for what? Keep it a hundred, I'm a different kind of bitch Won't let you ever fuck again if you had another nigga dick All that fakin', all that playin', speakin' on me, what you sayin'? Give no fuck about your bitch She can have them problems with your ass Pillow talkin' like a ho, I thought you knew better Lil' nigga, we gon' do better Ghetto Lauren London, he gon' get this New New out her [Chorus: Trina] 'Cause you's a fuckboy, fuckboy, my mama even said it Got a new nigga, I ain't even gotta sweat it You still gon' talk, and that's a goddamn shame But a ho gon' be a ho and a lame gon' be a lame, fuckboy