Lyrics Trina – New Thang

Oh shit thought you had a nigga whipped
Till he dipped on you went out and got hisself a new thang

Shot to all my bitches in the blue flame
Shot to all my bitches in the blue flame

Just touched down and they choosing I rep my set hoe
Ion never switch sides that’s confusing Broads so weak but they act bad

Ion walk in less he got a fat bag
Pretty motherfuker with a fat ass
A boss bitch is way more than a hashtag
Man these hoes got the game wrong
Pussy make a nigga put my name on him
But I still wont put a claim on him
I’m just trying to find out if he got some change on him

Oh shit thought you had a nigga whipped
Till he dipped on you went out and got hisself a new thang

Can’t keep that nigga cuz ya head so trash (that there won’t last)
I fuck him all night, keep the air on blast — you should take a bedroom class
Gotta fan myself cuz I’m hot hoe
I can’t stand myself cuz I’m high hoe
Got them bands myself, took your man myself, I advance myself, but you not though
The nerve of ah weak beach, my pockets on deep dish
You probably won’t see this
If he don’t feed you, you probably won’t eat bitch
But you out here talking bout the niggas you got
When you oughta be talking bout the figures you got
And you oughta be talking about the money you saved
These young hoes don’t know about nothing these days

Oh shit thought you had a nigga whipped

Whats up shawty
Told my baby mama I ain’t leaving
Told my side bitch quit scheming
Thick ass Trina in a skirt
Told her swap the pussy for a verse Shoot the video in a vert
With all my chains on ion flirt
Mason margelia make my feet hurt
Call her round lunch make her leave work Pull up to her job make her slob
Corn on the cob when I’m parked