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Trina - Don't Trip lyrics
[Intro] Uh Yea, Oh Yea Trin' Bein I've Got Ya Yea I'm On That Syzurp my Ya Off Tha HOOK Hey! Heyyy! [1st Verse : Lil Wayne] Go by the name of Weezie F. AnD, I'M WALKING out the belly store with ten bags? Fly as a mutha fucka girly on my staple Cause her friends say I'm a tummy sucker Don't go below the navel I'm up in Lil Hatti I'm blowin on Jamaica I'm in the pimp a beemer I'm with a salt shaker Now I'm in DADE County I see some thick bitches I try to holla at em But they all trick bitches I think Trina sexy MamI ya wine fine And on the hush hush We need some quiet time Yea I'm a RIDE ma The Birdman's boy He OWNS CA$H MONEY I PRE-OWN CA$H MONEY? Yea and I put her on CA$H MONEY She start wobblin that ass for me She start modelin She see the models in the Maybach She call me Weezie F. Baby And she make sure she say that [Chorus] [Lil' Wayne] See a fly nigga baby yea I don't trip Just give em lil THIGH Mama give em lil hip [Trina] And if you see a fly bitch nigga holla don't trip Break her off a few dollars Take her on a few trips [Lil' Wayne] Give em lil THIGH Mama give em lil hip Then you give em Lil' WIND-UP Give em a lil DIP [Trina] And if you see a fly bitch Nigga holla don't trip Break her off a few dollars Take her on a few trips [2nd Verse : Trina] Now I'm the daughter of a madam Inside of a pink phantom If ya man got that cash Then best believe I met him Cause I'm sharp as a machete And I cuss like CRAZY Niggas call me Betty Crocker Cause my cakes stay plenty Got stacks on top of stacks I'M COPPIN' A MEAL TICKET No matter the consequence My emphasis is to get it It's Trina Weezie F. Baby MANNY HANDLE the scripts It's all reminiscent to Gladys KNIGHT AND the PIPS All my niggas jump around Girls jump on that dick It aint gonna be no standin around Now lets get crunk in this bitch And ladies Show em yo shit A lil hip a lil THIGH More pressure for the eye And the more a nigga try You can find me stretched out In my 850i Or my big 600 Believe Trina done it Believe I'M diamond studded Stay flooded like a damn Chase GRANDS cause I am what I am Don't give a damn Go [Chorus] [3rd Verse : Trina] Back to the lesson at hand Stick to my plan When it comes to seein man after man Don't give a damn about his car or his GRANDS Wh Wh WhWhat Cause I'm gonna make my on ends That's WhWhat's up Ladies lets say you want a man But don't kno how to do it Dirty dance with em Put a lil back into it GO CATCH A wall shorty End up at the mall sporty Try to dog waddy? Make em spend it all on ya Yep and make that nigga ball for ya Then have him beggin for that kitty kat Wining and dining for that ass Give him none of that Just let him know Say make a bitch rich Cause the badest bitch taught you that [Chorus] [Beat Till End] |
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