Lyrics: Don't Trip [feat. Lil Wayne]

Wayne: yeah Trina I got ya

Trina:Mrs. trina


Wayne: Go by the name of Weezy F.and walking out the ballad store with ten bags. Fly as a muthafucka with a girlie on my stable her friends call me a tummy sucka don't go below the navol. Im up in little Hattie Im blowin' on Jamamica Im in a purple bemma'with a salt shakka. Now Im in Day County. I see so thick bitches I try holla at em but they all trick bitches. I think Trina sexy mama you wind fine hit on a hush hush. We need some quite time. Yeah I ride boy the birdman's boy he on Cash Money Opre on Cash Money. And I put on Cash Money she start wobblin' that Ass for me she start modlin' she see the modles in the madeback she call me Wezzy F. Baby and she make sure she say that.

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If you see a Fly Nigga baby gal don't trip just give em little thigh mama give em hip and if you see a fly bitch nigga huggin holla don't trip break her off a little dollas take her on a few trips. Give em little thigh yep give lil hip.And if you see a fly bitch nigga huggin holla don't trip break her off a few dollas take her on a few trips

Trina:
Now Im,the daughter of maidam inside of a Pink fan.And if man got cash then bess believe im at em. Cuss Im sharp as a machite and cuss like Freddy.Niggas call me Betty Crocker because my cake stay ready. I got stack on top of stack Im cuppin' a meal ticket. No matter the consequence my inficence is to get it. It's Trina, Wezzy F. Baby Manny handle the script. It's so reminencent to Gladys Knight and The Pips. All my niggas jump around, Girls jump on that Dick. Ain't gonn be no standin' round now let's get crunk in this bitch. And ladies show him yo shit a lil hip, a lil thigh a lil pleasure for the eye and the more the nigga try. You can find me streached out in my A50I , big 600 believe Trina done it, believe Im diamond studed. Stay flooded like a damn, chase grands cause I am what am don't give a damn. Go!

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Trina:
Back to the lesson at hand stick to my plan. When it come to see a man don't give damn bout cars or grands. what whaa whaa what. Cause Im gon make my own grands. Ladies let's say you want a man but don't know how to get him. Dirty dance for em put a little back into it. Go catch a wall shorty end up at mall started. Make him spend all on you. Make that nigga ball for you. Make him for that Kitty Kat. Then give nun of that. Then tell em make a bitch rich cause the baddest bitch taught you that.

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