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Dont Trip (feat. Lil Wayne)

Go by the name of Weezie F.

An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?

Fly as a muthafucka 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 pimper 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 own cash money

I pre-own cash money

Yea and I put her on cash 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 thatSee a fly nigga baby, yeah I don't trip

Just give em lil' thigh

Mama give em lil' hip

And if you see a fly bitch

Nigga holla don't trip

Break her off a few dollars

Take her on a few trips

Give em lil' die

Mama give em lil' hip

Then you give 'em lil' wind up

Give em a lil' dip

And if you see a fly bitch

Nigga holla don't trip

Break her off a few dollars

Take her on a few tripsNow 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

Niggas 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

It's Trina Weezie F. Baby

Mannie handle the scripts

It's all reminiscent to

Gladys Knight and the Pips

All my niggas jump around

Girls jump on that dick

It ain't 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 pressure 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

GoSee a fly nigga baby, yeah I don't trip

Just give em lil' thigh

Mama give em lil' hip

And if you see a fly bitch

Nigga holla don't trip

Break her off a few dollars

Take her on a few trips

Give em lil' die

Mama give em lil' hip

Then you give 'em lil' wind up

Give em a lil' dip

And if you see a fly bitch

Nigga holla don't trip

Break her off a few dollars

Take her on a few tripsBack 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 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 know 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 nigga ball for ya

Then have him beggin' for that kitty cat

Wining and dining for that ass

Give him none of that

Just let him know

Say make a bitch rich

Cause the badest bitch taught you thatSee a fly nigga baby, yeah I don't trip

Just give em lil' thigh

Mama give em lil' hip

And if you see a fly bitch

Nigga holla don't trip

Break her off a few dollars

Take her on a few trips

Give em lil' die

Mama give em lil' hip

Then you give 'em lil' wind up

Give em a lil' dip

And if you see a fly bitch

Nigga holla don't trip

Break her off a few dollars

Take her on a few trips

Songwriters

THOMAS, BYRON O. / CARTER, DWAYNE / DORSEY, CHRISTOPHER NOELPublished by

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