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Text písně Hot Commodity

[Talking: Trina] 
Yeah, that's that real shit, feel me (feel me) 
Lay back Maybach, ugh 


[Chorus:] 
Up in this pussy feel better than the lottery 
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity 
Six figures from the nigga cause he got to be 
Don't lie to me; I'm what you try to be 


[Verse 1: Trina] 
I'm a big girl not a little girl 
I had a real man 
Moving real girl 
We was real close 
He had real money 
All he ever asked "never steal from me" 
That was real shit 
I'm a real bitch 
He told me stay real and I'm a make you real rich 
Back to reality 
Is this real? 
Big house on the hill far from Lincoln Field. (ohh) 
I'm so hood, yet I wouldn't stay 
Couldn't name a price that the nigga wouldn't pay 
Snap my fingers he'll be over here today 
If I asks, he'll rub my feet for days 


[Chorus:] 
Cause up in this pussy feel better than the lottery 
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity 
Six figures from the nigga cause he got to be 
Don't lie to me; I'm what you try to be 
Mirror, mirror on the wall 
Who is the baddest of them all? 
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity [x2] 
Mirror, mirror on the wall 
Who is the baddest of them all? 
There was a rubble tubble 5 minutes it lasted 
You the bitch in the flyest fashions 


[Verse 1: Rick Ross] 
Pull up to the crib, park on the grass 
The boy so trill, spark up the grass 
She's so real with all kind a ass 
And 6 inch heels with LV bags 
The g's in the G's 
So G's on the g's 
She's so high class 
I need nor steeze 
Cover girl centerfold (fold) got me spendin doe (doe) 
I ain't trippin tho 
Cause ya boy dealin dope (dope) 
Before I heard, I didn't kiss to much (naw) 
But right now 
I need a bitch to crush (come here) 
Crib so plush (plush) 
Bitch don't blush (blush) 
20 stacks outta town 
Just yo luck (boss) 
Cause up in that pussy feel better than the lottery 
Don't lie to me yeah you a hot commodity 
Six figures I give ya just to ride with me (ride) 
Why fly coach? Babygirl ride with me 


Cause up in this pussy feel better than the lottery 
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity 
Six figures from a nigga cause he got to be 
Don't lie to me; I'm what you try to be 
Mirror, mirror on the wall 
Who is the baddest of them all? 
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity [x2] 
Mirror, mirror on the wall 
Who is the baddest of them all? 
There was a rubble tubble 5 minutes it lasted 
You the bitch in the flyest fashions 


[Verse 2:] 
Smell the fragrances, it's unforgettable 
Had a hoes haten daten back to middle school 
Apple Bottom jeans, boots with tha fur 
Might cause a blur so is it really her? (is it her) 
Leave ya man like mmmmm....
I'm done when I cum 
Cause up in this pussy feels better than the lottery 
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity 
Dada county, up to Tallahassee 
Atlanta these nigga be getting at me 
Philly, D.C., NY to Chi Town 
Quick stop in New Orleans and damn near drowned (ugh) 
But a bitch so fly 
I don't need no front 
I live in tha sky 
Deal with big money 
Can you deal with a dime? 
I'm lookin in ya eyes, betta not tell a lie 


Cause up in this pussy feel better than the lottery 
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity 
Six figures from a nigga cause he got to be 
Don't lie to me; I'm what you try to be 
Mirror, mirror on the wall 
Who is the baddest of them all? 
Don't lie to me I'm a hot commodity [x2] 
Mirror, mirror on the wall 
Who is the baddest of them all? 
There was a rubble tubble 5 minutes it lasted 
You the bitch in the flyest fashions [giggle]

					

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