Trina - Waist So Skinny Lyrics






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Waist So Skinny Lyrics

[Intro:]
Trina I see ya fine ass
Ross...

[Chorus:]
Fresh out the salon
And I just got my hair done
Nigga's try to holler at me but I tell em' move along
Cause my waist so skinny n my wrist so chilly
And if u ain't puttin up a milli then you won't be fuckin with me
Now put your grands up, gon put a grand on it
That won't be enough, atleast a hundred bands on it
Cause my waist so skinny n my wrist so chilly
And if u ain't puttin up a milli then you won't be fuckin with me.

[Trina:]
I'm a boss bitch, I stunt first class
I got insurance on this boss ass
See I don't fuck with ho's cause they sideways
I get this money by myself not in nine ways
I hate broke nigga's, they can't tell me shit
Fuck yo chargin baby momma and that little dick
I like big bags, I like real money
Pillow case stacked, bad prints big hundreds.

[Rick Ross:]
Pink bottle popper, yellow big shopper
Pull up to the club valle' my fuckin helicopter
It's a nomineer, hustler of the year
See the baddest bitch... bring it here
Stackin paper like my name be Bo Philly
Pop the caddi in the living room [?]
She non stop, somebody lyin, this bitch a ten, yo bitch a five.

[Trina:]
I'm still the thickest bitch, in this rap shit
I-I don't fuck with'ch ya'll, most you ho's counter fit
I call em glow lickers, they wanna lick my glow
I book seven nights a week you caught the metapho
I got a big safe, captain crunch berries
My diamonds look like you can eat em VVS cherries
See I'm a fly bitch, I'm makin new moves
And darin new fish to run up on this old school.

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