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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 f*** em out the belly store with ten bags? Fly as a mutha f***a 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 pimp a beemer I'm with a salt shaker Now I'm in Dave County I see some thick bi***es I try to holla at em But they all trick bi***es 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$H MONEY All three on CA$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 die? Mama give em lil hip [Trina] And if you see a fly bi*** nigga holla don't trip Break her off a few dollars Take her on a few trips [Lil' Wayne] Give em lil die Mama give em lil hip Then you give em Lil' Wayne Give em a lil nip [Trina] And if you see a fly bi*** Nigga 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 cuss like great? Niggas call me Betty Crocker Cause my cakes stay plenty Got stacks on top of stacks ? No matter the consequence My emphasis is to get it It's Trina Weezie F. Baby Man hand do the scripts It's all reminiscent to Gladys night in the pips? All my niggas jump around Girls jump on that d*** It aint gonna be no standin around Now lets get crunk in this bi*** And ladies Show em yo sh** A lil hip a lil ? 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 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 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 kat Wining and dining for that ass Give him none of that Just let him kno Say make a bi*** rich Cause the badest bi*** taught you that [Chorus] [Beat Till End] More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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