Trim, ayy, she trim, she trim, she trim
Trim, oh yeah, go
I can tell you trim' the way your clothes fit
Ayy, pretty like one of your Camera roll pictures damn
You should stop f*ckin' with your old nigga
You know that lil Deezy having motion, damn
Heard their opinion and honestly livin' without it
I feel like f*ck all these other hoes, I just wanna see you smilin
I don't ever wanna drive you crazy, I'd rather drive a Ferrari
I don't wanna ever drive you crazy, I'd rather drive in a mazi
Top down, and this bx wanna fun, cause I'm pop now
I'ma keep me a blick when I ride round
Shoot my shot at my bitch, you get shot down
Damn, f*ck, and she cold too
She gon' mix up her drink like it's pro tools
She moved on from her ex, say he old news
I can't even blame you, blame you, no
I can't even blame you, blame you, oh
I can't even blame you, blame you, oh
Killin' dese hoes leave a stain or two, stain on you, oh
I see you big as Madonna
I see you big like Lauren London
F*ck it, I like you, I want you
Love how you get to your money
You shit on your ex and you know that you stunting
Might be rock Yeezy, baby
Ayy, you can't tell her nothin, no
Wonder where you get that ass from
Did you get that from your mama
You know you can tell me you bought it
Bitch, you can be honest
Cause I'ma be honest whenever I'm talkin
Now f*ck what I lie about it
I really caught some bodys
We not gon' talk about it, no, ayy
But she bad though
Can admit she way better than my last hoe
And her pockets real fat like Fat Joe
Help me bust down them pounds in the bando
Yo, duffel bag on the floor
Watch that money fall down on it
Ayy, bounce that ass on the floor
You watch that money fall down on it, whoa
Can't be mad at that
But I'ma need to deliver that pussy to me
Like Amazon packages
Saturday night, she on ratchet shit
Sunday night, on some romantic shit
I'm like, whoa
I can't even blame you, blame you, whoa
But she bad though
Can admit she way better than my last hoe
And her pockets real fat like Fat Joe
Help me bust down them pounds in the bando
Yo, duffel bag on the floor
She watch that money fall down on it, whoa
Deezy K - TRIM Lyrics
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Trim, ayy, she trim, she trim, she trim
Trim, oh yeah, go
I can tell you trim' the way your clothes fit
Ayy, pretty like one of your Camera roll pictures damn
You should stop f*ckin' with your old nigga
You know that lil Deezy having motion, damn
Heard their opinion and honestly livin' without it
I feel like f*ck all these other hoes, I just wanna see you smilin
I don't ever wanna drive you crazy, I'd rather drive a Ferrari
I don't wanna ever drive you crazy, I'd rather drive in a mazi
Top down, and this bx wanna fun, cause I'm pop now
I'ma keep me a blick when I ride round
Shoot my shot at my bitch, you get shot down
Damn, f*ck, and she cold too
She gon' mix up her drink like it's pro tools
She moved on from her ex, say he old news
I can't even blame you, blame you, no
I can't even blame you, blame you, oh
I can't even blame you, blame you, oh
Killin' dese hoes leave a stain or two, stain on you, oh
I see you big as Madonna
I see you big like Lauren London
F*ck it, I like you, I want you
Love how you get to your money
You shit on your ex and you know that you stunting
Might be rock Yeezy, baby
Ayy, you can't tell her nothin, no
Wonder where you get that ass from
Did you get that from your mama
You know you can tell me you bought it
Bitch, you can be honest
Cause I'ma be honest whenever I'm talkin
Now f*ck what I lie about it
I really caught some bodys
We not gon' talk about it, no, ayy
But she bad though
Can admit she way better than my last hoe
And her pockets real fat like Fat Joe
Help me bust down them pounds in the bando
Yo, duffel bag on the floor
Watch that money fall down on it
Ayy, bounce that ass on the floor
You watch that money fall down on it, whoa
Can't be mad at that
But I'ma need to deliver that pussy to me
Like Amazon packages
Saturday night, she on ratchet shit
Sunday night, on some romantic shit
I'm like, whoa
I can't even blame you, blame you, whoa
But she bad though
Can admit she way better than my last hoe
And her pockets real fat like Fat Joe
Help me bust down them pounds in the bando
Yo, duffel bag on the floor
She watch that money fall down on it, whoa
Trim, oh yeah, go
I can tell you trim' the way your clothes fit
Ayy, pretty like one of your Camera roll pictures damn
You should stop f*ckin' with your old nigga
You know that lil Deezy having motion, damn
Heard their opinion and honestly livin' without it
I feel like f*ck all these other hoes, I just wanna see you smilin
I don't ever wanna drive you crazy, I'd rather drive a Ferrari
I don't wanna ever drive you crazy, I'd rather drive in a mazi
Top down, and this bx wanna fun, cause I'm pop now
I'ma keep me a blick when I ride round
Shoot my shot at my bitch, you get shot down
Damn, f*ck, and she cold too
She gon' mix up her drink like it's pro tools
She moved on from her ex, say he old news
I can't even blame you, blame you, no
I can't even blame you, blame you, oh
I can't even blame you, blame you, oh
Killin' dese hoes leave a stain or two, stain on you, oh
I see you big as Madonna
I see you big like Lauren London
F*ck it, I like you, I want you
Love how you get to your money
You shit on your ex and you know that you stunting
Might be rock Yeezy, baby
Ayy, you can't tell her nothin, no
Wonder where you get that ass from
Did you get that from your mama
You know you can tell me you bought it
Bitch, you can be honest
Cause I'ma be honest whenever I'm talkin
Now f*ck what I lie about it
I really caught some bodys
We not gon' talk about it, no, ayy
But she bad though
Can admit she way better than my last hoe
And her pockets real fat like Fat Joe
Help me bust down them pounds in the bando
Yo, duffel bag on the floor
Watch that money fall down on it
Ayy, bounce that ass on the floor
You watch that money fall down on it, whoa
Can't be mad at that
But I'ma need to deliver that pussy to me
Like Amazon packages
Saturday night, she on ratchet shit
Sunday night, on some romantic shit
I'm like, whoa
I can't even blame you, blame you, whoa
But she bad though
Can admit she way better than my last hoe
And her pockets real fat like Fat Joe
Help me bust down them pounds in the bando
Yo, duffel bag on the floor
She watch that money fall down on it, whoa
Writer: DaKelvin Jenkins
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