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Tina Terry Songtext

Andre Nickatina
Tina Terry
Horns and Halos


(Nikky)
I use to slither like a snake
Forget the chit chatter it really didn′t matter if
The other bitch was badder
I climb it like a ladder she's feenin like a clucka
The homies in the motion make it hard for a sucka
Cause I blow blueberry that′s something I can carry
Till I met this fine bitch her name was Tina Terry
She hit me like a rave like she hit the stage
She looked me in my eyes and said I can get you paid
Im the Motorola I told the dime on the rise
I'll give you half the chance; if you could see it in my eyes
But don't be a buster gotta kill the structure we get
A little chedda man from
Any cat that touch her
She said she was game and knew I had game
But even with game girl you gotta use your brain
Man this is necessary on the contrary my 5′9 fine dime yeah Tina Terry
These Cats be lookin hard These Hoes Be lookin hard because they know
She got a stylin body made from God
I put her in the Lac im tryin to make a stack
Man cats be sayin Andre Nikky how you bust that
I pull down my hat it aint no surprise I cover up my
Eyes but im not tryin to hide Man you′ll realize you
Can test it by the bitch
Especially when the chicken sayin â? Baby take thisâ?
In a real way


(Dubee)
Now listen,
The homies told me you was open season on a renegade
Night toleratin so keep game she workin that blade
Up and cursin this game up she aint claimin your name
I aint servin you papers
I old school Cuddie gotsa know I just rocked the show
Knocked it like a door
From day you was curtains you callin my number.
(Hello)â?¦6 foota down south baby all through the summer
Me and you gotta show me that she really was down we
Hit the map all tracks every city and town
And to that pay you know the games way out give me
The loot and ima swoop you from grey hound face down
Gotta know that a hoe gonna get it Let her know every thang copasetic
Blazed up a black put her down a sac my homie asked
Me EQ where you knock that I pulled out a row and you
Know she lost control of everything a half a thizz,
Back wood and the Hennessey
Now I got her outta body and mind but this real thang
I aint talkin Bonny and Clyde

(Shag Nasty)
Don't chall know you fuckin wit a real mac that aint
Goin for nothin but bringing all the scratch back outta
Cash man your boy will snatch a peezay since she comin
Delinquent wit bringin all the scratch back Im known
To comin and go im on the hunt for another hoe my Lincoln
Navigator is a Navi-Hoe I′ll mac a hoe so hard they
Call me knock-a-meechie tell them broads to have they
Money right before they come and see me
Like my home girl Tina she was more than a misdemeanor
When it comes to Tina she's a pipe cleaner people ask
Me where I meet the hoe when me and Queezy was chillin
At a hicky show she whispered in my ear shag you ready
To go pointed toward the Bentley and flashed some doe
I looked at that as said Girl foe sho told my home
Boys gotta hoe gotta go���.

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