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TrinXity - Screw Trin Lyrics



TrinXity - Screw Trin Lyrics




Splashing up in the paint
The tee shirts come pre-drenched with stains
Spillin' blood in the lane
My pockets hooked on all the chains

Trappin' out the game
Like I was Gucci man up on them hitters
Fashion out my name
Like I was Tommy f*cking Hilfiger
F*ck, I'm copping all them fitteds
F*ck, I'm acting on you niggas
Get to rolling the dough up
F*ck, I'm stacking on ya pillars
F*ck, I'm slapping on ya bitches
Now I'm smacking on ya features
And I'm tappin' on ya readers
And I'm mappin' under the bleacher
F*ck you yappin' to the teacher

Niggas wan' roll some more
Niggas wan' blow like smoke
I'm popping out the range like mass
I'm blowing up the bank like bass
I'm mopping out the stage like class
Puffing out the range, now they popping out the ass, bitch

I'm smoking on the pressure and I make ya bitch fast
Drowning in my whip, lemme show you some cash
Floating off the trip, my liquor come with 12 percent gin
Flowing on the beat, my voice is syncin' in with them synths
Cappin' to ya preacher like ya body covered in sins
I'm clapping to the deacon like drummer just played the mids

Rolling up the dough
Now I'm passing to the show
I'll ball on these niggas like I was hittin' up on the door
Ballin' up on the bitches like I was hittin' the row
Ballin' up in the trenches like I was hitting the flow
And I'm ballin' up in the business like I was Antonio Bridges

I'm stackin' and flippin'
Counting checks in my vision
Trappin' to ya mama like I was
F*cking in ya livin'
I'm tappin' ya bitch like I was clubbin' in her villa
Eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Bitch got me fed for winter
Coppin' new fur coats and denim
My life is real, don't come with fillers

F*ck, I'm stacking on ya pillars
F*ck, I'm slapping on ya bitches
Now I'm smacking on ya features
And I'm tappin' on ya readers
And I'm mappin' under the bleacher
F*ck you yappin' to the teacher

Niggas wan' roll some more
Niggas wan' blow like smoke
I'm popping out the range like mass
I'm blowing up the bank like bass
I'm mopping out the stage like class
Puffing out the range, now they popping out the ass, bitch

I'm smoking on the pressure and I make ya bitch fast
Drowning in my whip, lemme show you some cash
Hoppin' in the skit, now I'm drinking with rasp
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Splashing up in the paint
The tee shirts come pre-drenched with stains
Spillin' blood in the lane
My pockets hooked on all the chains

Trappin' out the game
Like I was Gucci man up on them hitters
Fashion out my name
Like I was Tommy f*cking Hilfiger
F*ck, I'm copping all them fitteds
F*ck, I'm acting on you niggas
Get to rolling the dough up
F*ck, I'm stacking on ya pillars
F*ck, I'm slapping on ya bitches
Now I'm smacking on ya features
And I'm tappin' on ya readers
And I'm mappin' under the bleacher
F*ck you yappin' to the teacher

Niggas wan' roll some more
Niggas wan' blow like smoke
I'm popping out the range like mass
I'm blowing up the bank like bass
I'm mopping out the stage like class
Puffing out the range, now they popping out the ass, bitch

I'm smoking on the pressure and I make ya bitch fast
Drowning in my whip, lemme show you some cash
Floating off the trip, my liquor come with 12 percent gin
Flowing on the beat, my voice is syncin' in with them synths
Cappin' to ya preacher like ya body covered in sins
I'm clapping to the deacon like drummer just played the mids

Rolling up the dough
Now I'm passing to the show
I'll ball on these niggas like I was hittin' up on the door
Ballin' up on the bitches like I was hittin' the row
Ballin' up in the trenches like I was hitting the flow
And I'm ballin' up in the business like I was Antonio Bridges

I'm stackin' and flippin'
Counting checks in my vision
Trappin' to ya mama like I was
F*cking in ya livin'
I'm tappin' ya bitch like I was clubbin' in her villa
Eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Bitch got me fed for winter
Coppin' new fur coats and denim
My life is real, don't come with fillers

F*ck, I'm stacking on ya pillars
F*ck, I'm slapping on ya bitches
Now I'm smacking on ya features
And I'm tappin' on ya readers
And I'm mappin' under the bleacher
F*ck you yappin' to the teacher

Niggas wan' roll some more
Niggas wan' blow like smoke
I'm popping out the range like mass
I'm blowing up the bank like bass
I'm mopping out the stage like class
Puffing out the range, now they popping out the ass, bitch

I'm smoking on the pressure and I make ya bitch fast
Drowning in my whip, lemme show you some cash
Hoppin' in the skit, now I'm drinking with rasp
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Writer: Jourdan Dixon, TrinXity
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 3:11
Written by: Jourdan Dixon, TrinXity

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