Trife

Lyrics

[Intro: Jamie Madrox] Trife Yo, what's up? This is Jamie Madrox up at the studio, eatin' some barbecue scrimp, bumpin' that Let 'Em Bleed! Yo Clay, hit 'em with that shit! [Chorus: Young Hood] (Trife) She's only out for self Been around the corner with everybody else (Trife) And she's a gold digger She only tryna get you when you down on your mail (Trife) On [?] for the chips Attitude is a bitch, and it ain't hard to tell (Trife) Manipulates your mind We caught up in lies, get you locked up in jail (Trife) [Verse 1: DJ Clay] She goes out with her friends on the weekend No sleep, cuz she's gone off them E-Pills Got birth control and always keeps it refilled Says she don't use rubbers, like the way the D feels Uh, she got a man, but she'll leave him Drop him like it's nothing, hood rats don't need a reason She does shit without thinking Got 2 baby dads and the babies ain't eatin' Another new pair of jeans And another look at me, shirt showin' off her cleavage Ridin' around the city, screamin' Hangin' out the window of her best friend's Jeep Thinkin' that she's only sixteen When by now, she should be working on a master's degree It's too much to grasp, see you're weak You're a slut, bitch, and you'll always be [Chorus: Young Hood] (Trife) She's only out for self Been around the corner with everybody else (Trife) And she's a gold digger She only tryna get you when you down on your mail (Trife) On [?] for the chips Attitude is a bitch, and it ain't hard to tell (Trife) Manipulates your mind We caught up in lies, get you locked up in jail (Trife) [Verse 2: DJ Clay] She thinks the other chicks are haters She ain't a hoe, she just calls herself a player The type that'll call you nine months later Talkin' 'bout it's a boy and she's sending in her papers Anyway to get paid but She don't know what a real workday does Only nose pumps and makeup Prayin' for the day that some rich guy takes her She doesn't see she's in the wrong Flirtin' with her man's best friend when he's gone Actin' like she on her cell phone Walkin' 'round in a white T and a hot pink thong She livin' life on her own But she doesn't know that livin' trife is how she's known I guess you never do if it's you It's true, some bitches be too... [Chorus: Young Hood] (Trife) She's only out for self Been around the corner with everybody else (Trife) And she's a gold digger She only tryna get you when you down on your mail (Trife) On [?] for the chips Attitude is a bitch, and it ain't hard to tell (Trife) Manipulates your mind We caught up in lies, get you locked up in jail (Trife) She's only out for self Been around the corner with everybody else (Trife) And she's a gold digger She only tryna get you when you down on your mail (Trife) On [?] for the chips Attitude is a bitch, and it ain't hard to tell (Trife) Manipulates your mind We caught up in lies, get you locked up in jail (D-J Clay!) (Trife)