Round of Applause - Trina

I’m radio city, racks I got plenty

You don’t know a bad bitch like me it ain’t many

I can pull up in the minnie with my skirt real many

And let your nigga and tell me how he feel me

Yes I talk shit, and we tost middle finger

Speed off bad bitch

Big benz get money fuck friends

Get your elevate, out in DC

I met the finish line what a game inz

With my top off in my spaceship

I’m looking 3D I meet your face bitch

I’m radio city, racks I got plenty

You don’t know a bad bitch like me it ain’t many

I can pull up in the minnie with my skirt real many

And let your nigga and tell me how he feel me, 'cause.

I’ve been doing this shit I ready made the killing

I’m so sick I need something the ceiling

Take a seat y’all I’m in the building

My times up bitches, I’m in the building

Hands in the air, round of applause

Hands in the air I just shut it down

Hands in the air round of applause

Hands in the air I just shut it down

I skull on my time fin the talk sleep

If I ain’t the baddest bitch you can s*ck a dick

Deep rollie, suga coddie, you know I roll it

You know I through it up on whacks, so work it on it

The bitch independent, come or at least swag

Kim Kay curves, we trip kay bad

And I ain’t got to prove myself the name bitch

I’ve been making hits after hits after hits

I’m radio city, racks I got plenty

You don’t know a bad bitch like me it ain’t many

I can pull up in the minnie with my skirt real many

And let your nigga and tell me how he feel me, 'cause.

I’ve been doing this shit I ready made the killing

I’m so sick I need something the ceiling

Take a seat y’all I’m in the building

My times up bitches, I’m in the building

Hands in the air, round of applause

Hands in the air I just shut it down

Hands in the air round of applause

Hands in the air I just shut it down

P**sy on this nigga he came back to me

With a plate full of fame he said it’s all for me

I ain’t' wanna be a rapper can’t came to me

You bitches tryin too hard, it ain’t a thing for me

I’ve been whipping exotic, till your flights to a rise

Lands course to the goddess, bitch you know I’m the hottest

Now I’m addicted to rapping, this bitches they all rapping

'cause now I’m back in the building, and it feels like I’m trapping

I’m radio city, racks I got plenty

You don’t know a bad bitch like me it ain’t many

I can pull up in the minnie with my skirt real many

And let your nigga and tell me how he feel me