Trina Waist So Skinny текст песни, слова песни Waist So Skinny Trina & Rick Ross
Trina - Waist So Skinny
feat. Rick Ross
Trina I see ya fine ass
Ross...
[Chorus:]
Fresh out the salon
And I just got my hair done
Nigga's try to holler at me but I tell em' move along
Cause my waist so skinny n my wrist so chilly
And if u ain't puttin up a milli then you won't be fuckin with me
Now put your grands up, gon put a grand on it
That won't be enough, atleast a hundred bands on it
Cause my waist so skinny n my wrist so chilly
And if u ain't puttin up a milli then you won't be fuckin with me.
[Trina:]
I'm a boss bitch, I stunt first class
I got insurance on this boss ass
See I don't fuck with ho's cause they sideways
I get this money by myself ninety-nine ways
I hate broke nigga's, they can't tell me shit
Fuck yo charger baby momma and that little dick
I like big bags, I like real money
Pillow case stacked, bad prints big hundreds.
[Rick Ross:]
Pink bottle popper, yellow big shopper
Pull up to the club valle' my fuckin helicopter
It's an Audemar, hustler of the year
She the baddest bitch... bring it here
Stackin paper like my name be Bo Philly
Pop the caddi in the living room [?]
She not a star, somebody lyin, this bitch a ten, yo bitch a five.
[Trina:]
I'm still the thickest bitch, in this rap shit
I-I don't fuck with'ch ya'll, most you ho's counter fit
I call em glow lickers, they wanna lick my glow
I book seven nights a week you caught the metapho
I got a big safe, captain crunch berries
My diamonds look like you can eat em VVS cherries
See I'm a fly bitch, I'm makin new moves
And dare a new bitch to run up on this old school.
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