Testo Waist so Skinny - Trina feat. Rick Ross
Testo della canzone Waist so Skinny (Trina feat. Rick Ross), tratta dall'album Diamonds
Fresh out the salon and I just got my hair done
Niggas tried to holla at me but I told em move along
Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
If you ain't putting up a milli then you won't be fucking with me
Now put your bands up, go and put a grand on it
That won't be enough, at least 100 bands on it
Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
If you ain't putting up a milli then you won't be fucking with me
I'm a boss bitch, I stunt first class
I got insurance on this boss ass
See I don't fuck with hoes cause they sideways
I get this money by myself 99 ways
I hate broke niggas, they can't tell me shit
Fuck your charger, baby mama and that little dick
I like big bags, I like real money
Pillow case, stacks, dead prez, big hundreds
Fresh out the salon and I just got my hair done
Niggas tried to holla at me but I told em move along
Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
If you ain't putting up a milli then you won't be fucking with me
Now put your bands up, go and put a grand on it
That won't be enough, at least 100 bands on it
Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
If you ain't putting up a milli then you won't be fucking with me
Pink bottle popper, yellow bitch shopper
Pull up to the club, valet my fucking helicopter
It's not a mere, hustler of the year
She the baddest bitch, bring it here
Stacking paper like my name was Bo Dilley
Popped the caddy in the living room, really
She not a star, somebody lied
This bitch a 10, your bitch a 5
Fresh out the salon and I just got my hair done
Niggas tried to holla at me but I told em move along
Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
If you ain't putting up a milli then you won't be fucking with me
Now put your bands up, go and put a grand on it
That won't be enough, at least 100 bands on it
Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
If you ain't putting up a milli then you won't be fucking with me
I'm still the thickest bitch in this rap shit
I don't fuck with y'all, most you hoes counterfeit
I call them glow lickers, they wanna lick my glow
I'm booked 7 nights a week, you caught the metaphor
I got a big safe of Captain Crunch Berries
My diamonds look like you can eat them, VVS cherries
See I'm a fly bitch, I'm making new moves
And dare a new bitch to run up on this old school
Fresh out the salon and I just got my hair done
Niggas tried to holla at me but I told em move along
Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
If you ain't putting up a milli then you won't be fucking with me
Now put your bands up, go and put a grand on it
That won't be enough, at least 100 bands on it
Cause my waist so skinny and my wrist so chilly
If you ain't putting up a milli then you won't be fucking with me
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Writer(s): Katrina Taylor, Latasha Leigh Ann Williams
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