Trina – Don’t Trip

Trina – Don’t Trip Lyrics

Artist: Trina
Song: Don’t Trip

[Intro]
Uh Yea, Oh Yea
Trin’ Bein I’ve Got Ya
Yea I’m On That Syzurp my

Ya Off Tha
Hey! Heyyy!
[1st Verse: Lil Wayne]
Go by the name of Weezie F.

An f#ck em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a mutha f#cka girly on my staple
Cause her friends say I’m a tummy sucker
Don’t go below the navel

I’m up in Lil Haiti
I’m blowin on Jamaica
I’m in the pimp a beemer
I’m with a salt shaker

Now I’m in Dave County
I see some thick b#tches
I try to holla at em
But they all trick b#tches

Mama ya wind fine
And on the hush hush
We need some quiet time
Yea I’m a ridah ma

The Birdman’s boy
He own CA$H MONEY
I pre own CA$H MONEY?
Yea and I put her on CA$H MONEY

She start wobblin that #ss 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 n#gg# baby yea I don’t trip

Just give em lil thigh
Mama give em lil hip
And if you see a fly b#tch
n#gg# 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 whind up
Give em a lil dip
And if you see a fly b#tch

n#gg# holla don’t trip
Break her off a few dollars
Take her on a few trips
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 Freddie?
n#gg#s call me Betty Crocker
Cause my cakes stay plenty
Got stacks on top of stacks

Cup in the meal ticket
No matter the consequence
My emphasis is to get it
Mannie handle the scripts

It’s all reminiscent to
Gladys night in the pips?
All my n#gg#s jump around
Girls jump on that dick

It aint gonna be no standin around
Now lets get crunk in this b#tch
And ladies
Show em yo sh#t

A lil hip a lil thigh
More pleasure for the eye
And the more a n#gg# try
You can find me stretched out

In my 850i
Or my big 600
Believe them diamonds studded
Stay flooded like a damn

Chase grams cause I am what I am
Don’t give a damn
Go
[Chorus]

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 friends

Wh Wh WhWhat
Cause I’m gonna make my own 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
Look at yo wall shorty

End up at the mall sporty
Try to dog waddy?
Make em spend it all on ya
Yep and make that n#gg# ball for ya

Then have him beggin for that kitty kat
Wining and dining for that #ss
Give him none of that
Just let him kno

Say make a b#tch rich
Cause the baddest b#tch taught you that
[Chorus]
[Beat Till End]
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Trina Lyrics – Don’t Trip

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Release Year: 2005