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My lil trainer
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The Lady of the South Where Storytelling Meets Soul.
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Step into the world of Tia Turner The Lady of the South- where my sound is mixed with spoken word, Rand b and gospel and rap.
My music isnt just sound; its an experience. Every beat, every lyric, every note carries the weight of my story pain, healing, strength, and triumph. When you buy my music, youre not just purchasing songs; youre investing in art that moves people, connects souls, and leaves a lasting mark.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Author
Tia Turner
Rights
2020
Uploaded
September 23, 2025
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MP3 6.5 MB • 320 kbps • 2:50
Story behind the song
The artist Tia Turner had been an exotic dancer at some point she wrote this song for the club.
Lyrics
Leprechaun Leprechaun I put that lil trainer around my waist A Prada or Gucci glass on my face Stilettoes on my fingertips Count my pace A broke ass nigga be up out my face Now how they react when they hear that Cat meow Or see the collar chain around my neck (kapow) Nigga got testes Carrying them Hefty's Smack you with the right When he really was a leftie Left you at the corner Cause you really was a shop and go Thorough- bread Project hoe Touching out the ghetto Cause it old Out the projects Still with a check Til the spot got hot Still slang that twat Like a nigga needed a hit Out the crack pot Lady got a face that'll get your ass got But I roll these When you round my spot Leprechaun, on a money run Still hide a pot of gold Up under a rainbow Lady swole Her head an Afro Still climbing the pole Ice the North Pole You can say I'm hard But ouch my heart cold My heart cold Leprechaun, on a money run Still hide a pot of gold Up under a rainbow Lady swole Her head an Afro Still climbing the pole Ice the North Pole You can say I'm hard But ouch my heart cold Ouch My heart cold I put that lil trainer around my waist A Prada or Gucci glass on my face Stilettoes on my fingertips Count my pace lady like cake Eat it all up , erase Cause I like my weight Or just like my way Trying to keep your boy hands From around my waist A country bread winner Love the land, liver Was swole But had to deliver Cause it old Out the projects Still with a check Til the spot got hot Still slang that twat Like a nigga needed a hit Out the crack pot Lady got a face that'll get your ass got But I roll these When you round my spot My spot Leprechaun, on a money run Still hide a pot of gold Up under a rainbow Lady swole Her head an Afro Still climbing the pole Ice the North Pole You can say I'm hard But ouch my heart cold My heart cold Leprechaun, on a money run Still hide a pot of gold Up under a rainbow Lady swole Her head an Afro Still climbing the pole Ice the North Pole You can say I'm hard But ouch my heart cold My heart cold Til the spot got hot Still slang that twat Like a nigga needed a hit Out the crack pot Lady got a face that'll get your ass got But I roll these When you round my spot My spot
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