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 f**ka 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 pepper beemer

I'm with a salt shaker
Now I'm in Dade County
I see some thick b**ches
I try to holla at em

But they all trick b**ches
I think Trina sexy
Mam I ya wine fine
And on the hush hush

We need some grind 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 n**** baby yea I don't trip
Just give em lil Thigh
Mama give em lil hip

(Trina)

And if you see a fly b****
N**** 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 b****
N**** 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 cuts like freddy
N****s 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 n****s jump around
Girls jump on that dick
It ain't gonna be no standin' around
Now lets get crunk in this b****
And ladies

Show em yo shit
A lil hip a lil THIGH
More pressure for the eye
And the more a n**** 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 Dame
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 Wh What
Cause I'm gonna make my on ends
That's Wh What'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 n**** 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 b**** rich
Cause the badest b**** taught you that
I hop on da dick like a po-go stick
N****s ya'll can't have me cause I'm
Lil Wayne's b****

Chorus

(Beat Till End)

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