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
Hey! Heyyy!

[1st Verse: Lil Wayne]
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck em 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 Haiti
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
Mama ya wine fine
And on the hush hush
We need some quiet time
Yea I'm a ridah ma
The Birdman's boy
He on 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 nip
[Trina]
And if you see a fly bitch
Nigga holla don’t trip
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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 cuppin' 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 night in 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 pleasure 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 them diamonds studded
Stay flooded like a damn
Chase grams 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
friends
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 kno
Say make a bitch rich
Cause the badest bitch
taught you that

[Chorus]
[Beat Till End]
Lyrics: Don't Trip, Trina [end]