Trina - Grey Goose lyrics

[Intro:] Make sure u check out the new Trina album Comin soon, it's goin down, baddest chick part 2, reloaded (bada** b**hes in the building) [Chorus:] Take me to the bar, give me grey goose Let me get started, it's time to tag loose Take me to the bar, give me grey goose Let me get started, it's time to tag loose Time to tag loose [x8] [Verse 1:] Yea, u want drama well I'm about to start it With a click for the goons and all of them retarded Protected custoday is what u gon' need ho Don't f** with me, ay, yo, I'm clearin out the dance flo And I ain't talkin bout a routine I'm talkin popo's, yellow tag, a murder scence (b**h) Now don't get slapped with this grey goose bottle Cause I'm a sharp shooter with intentions that gon' scarr you It's a good girl gon' bad Had I woke up on the wrong side of the motherf**in bed Shoe's kinda loose, oh sh**, of what that last b**h said Dirty a** b**h, probably wanna get a quick head Paint her shirt red, letta call her feds Talkin bout harra**ment, fill a b**h with lead Ay yea I've been gutta, ask my motha (suppose) Thinkin that I'm sweet cause I was sour on my album cova [Chorus:] Take me to the bar, give me grey goose Let me get started, it's time to tag loose Take me to the bar, give me grey goose Let me get started, it's time to tag loose Time to tag loose [x8] [Verse 2:] I got this grey goose semi, ready for whatever Any b**h wanna temp me, ain't too clever The queen should bow down, I ain't heard of that never Better show me some respect if you know any better This ain't just a song, it's a kight or a letter From b**hes with wicky thongs Thinkin they got their sh** together Tryin to block, do voodoo, n pluck my feathers My team all white plus we rockstarr go-getta's The feelings mutual, if you can't stand me That b**h from Miami sometimes I can't stand me I talk breezy cause it comes easy Right now feelin myself you swear I'm Jay-Z I'm MG, feels like I gotta dick, n my balls real big N I ain't worried bout sh**, excuse my french You can s** this clit, while I'm all out of my zone Ay b**ha don't say sh** [Chorus:] Take me to the bar, give me grey goose Let me get started, it's time to tag loose Take me to the bar, give me grey goose Let me get started, it's time to tag loose Time to tag loose [x8] [Verse 3:] Yea, where's the waitress I need another round Of the grey shots to the head right now It's goin down, I can feel it in my bones I'm a check a b**h from me right about her in the song She dead wrong cause I don't bother nobody I just wanna party like la-de-da-de Or maybe she just wanna be my friend And now this dumb b**h started somethin That she can never end (yup) I'm right here and I ain't goin nowhere U can tell by myself Trina fans everywhere You don't care stop lyin on the news Now gon' change your profession b**h n upgrade the shoe's.