Trixxx (feat. Zé & Seiji Oda)
And my bitch bad
And she taste like water
Call a nigga dad but she ain't my daughter
Boy you down bad needa' pray to thy father
All you niggas down bad needa'
Look, Aye
The way she do it, it's a break in the trance
We gon' be famous babygirl let's celebrate in advance
We already move the same, why not make it a dance
You twice as pretty when you chasin' them bands
I really mean it
Get low, keep this shit rolling
Bitch you look lonely, put some shit on me
Tip-toe, touch that shit slowly
Think she just blessed me, this shit feel holy
Aye, boy this shit get greasy
But it's still Yizzelay Yadadey Y-Teezy, goddamn
Is you geekin? Fasheezy
Off the E's right now baby please don't tease me
Shawty doin' tricks, yeah
You trick off on her make me rich, yeah
She just want a real nigga
Keep on spending' yo dough ain't gon' hit, none
Ima stack up while y'all niggas gon' trick off
You pay her, she pay me, why you pissed off
Beat it down that pussy gettin' knocked off
I walked past and her neck almost popped off
I walked past and that lil bitty jaw dropped
Not no acid this benz got my jaw locked
Sparkin' up in my Benz finna hot box
I stay with some real niggas they not frauds
All these niggas bitchin' they in they feelins'
All these bitches snitchin' they tellin' all the business
Shawty come through and work it out like fitness
If I go broke then it's pack I'm flippin'
Got me some Ksubis with Louboutin Christians
Ice cream paint with the 22 inches
I fucked her too good she gon' walk off limpin'
I make plays no time for that simpin', bitch
No time for that simpin',
Money makin' music, YT and the ISM
(Aye, no time for that simpin')
Shawty doin' tricks, yeah
You trick off on her make me rich, yeah
She just want a real nigga
Keep on spending' yo dough ain't gon' hit, none
Ima stack up while y'all niggas gon' trick off
You pay her, she pay me, why you pissed off
Beat it down that pussy gettin' knocked off
I walked past and her neck almost popped off
Aye, fuck her then I, aye, dip off
You don't get it then I'm slidin' for the tip off
Rocks on my wrist milly-rockin' they don't tick tock
Stop talkin' shit before yo bitch get Gucci flip flopped
Rick Ross in my pockets, huh, big guap
Crip walkin' that's my blue strips havin' a dance off
Road runnin', whippin' down i5, fuck a pit stop
Flip phone twerkin' on my hip like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj
Ice twerkin' on my wrist like Nicholas Klaus
These bitches be frauds
Tryna finesse me for the guap I see through the facade
Hit it then I kick her out like Krav Maga
Pull out game "Quick Draw McGraw"
She doin' tricks on the dick like Ava Bel'a
Hit a lick on that bitch, told her break it off
Shawty doin' tricks, yeah
You trick off on her make me rich, yeah
She just want a real nigga
Keep on spending' yo dough ain't gon' hit, none
Ima stack up while y'all niggas gon' trick off
You pay her, she pay me, why you pissed off
Beat it down that pussy gettin' knocked off
I walked past and her neck almost popped off
And she taste like water
Call a nigga dad but she ain't my daughter
Boy you down bad needa' pray to thy father
All you niggas down bad needa'
Look, Aye
The way she do it, it's a break in the trance
We gon' be famous babygirl let's celebrate in advance
We already move the same, why not make it a dance
You twice as pretty when you chasin' them bands
I really mean it
Get low, keep this shit rolling
Bitch you look lonely, put some shit on me
Tip-toe, touch that shit slowly
Think she just blessed me, this shit feel holy
Aye, boy this shit get greasy
But it's still Yizzelay Yadadey Y-Teezy, goddamn
Is you geekin? Fasheezy
Off the E's right now baby please don't tease me
Shawty doin' tricks, yeah
You trick off on her make me rich, yeah
She just want a real nigga
Keep on spending' yo dough ain't gon' hit, none
Ima stack up while y'all niggas gon' trick off
You pay her, she pay me, why you pissed off
Beat it down that pussy gettin' knocked off
I walked past and her neck almost popped off
I walked past and that lil bitty jaw dropped
Not no acid this benz got my jaw locked
Sparkin' up in my Benz finna hot box
I stay with some real niggas they not frauds
All these niggas bitchin' they in they feelins'
All these bitches snitchin' they tellin' all the business
Shawty come through and work it out like fitness
If I go broke then it's pack I'm flippin'
Got me some Ksubis with Louboutin Christians
Ice cream paint with the 22 inches
I fucked her too good she gon' walk off limpin'
I make plays no time for that simpin', bitch
No time for that simpin',
Money makin' music, YT and the ISM
(Aye, no time for that simpin')
Shawty doin' tricks, yeah
You trick off on her make me rich, yeah
She just want a real nigga
Keep on spending' yo dough ain't gon' hit, none
Ima stack up while y'all niggas gon' trick off
You pay her, she pay me, why you pissed off
Beat it down that pussy gettin' knocked off
I walked past and her neck almost popped off
Aye, fuck her then I, aye, dip off
You don't get it then I'm slidin' for the tip off
Rocks on my wrist milly-rockin' they don't tick tock
Stop talkin' shit before yo bitch get Gucci flip flopped
Rick Ross in my pockets, huh, big guap
Crip walkin' that's my blue strips havin' a dance off
Road runnin', whippin' down i5, fuck a pit stop
Flip phone twerkin' on my hip like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj
Ice twerkin' on my wrist like Nicholas Klaus
These bitches be frauds
Tryna finesse me for the guap I see through the facade
Hit it then I kick her out like Krav Maga
Pull out game "Quick Draw McGraw"
She doin' tricks on the dick like Ava Bel'a
Hit a lick on that bitch, told her break it off
Shawty doin' tricks, yeah
You trick off on her make me rich, yeah
She just want a real nigga
Keep on spending' yo dough ain't gon' hit, none
Ima stack up while y'all niggas gon' trick off
You pay her, she pay me, why you pissed off
Beat it down that pussy gettin' knocked off
I walked past and her neck almost popped off
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Writer(s): Nekhi Foster
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