Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beam, artist - Trina. Album song Back to Business, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rockstarr
Song language: English
Beam |
| We are shoppin' on Madison |
| Diamonds bright like collagen |
| Who the fuck you people challengin'? |
| I’m 4 seats as you arrives in |
| I’m paper taggin' yo cabinet |
| I’m a boss bitch but you baggin' this |
| I tell the truth, I’m bad as fuck and I’m hella cute |
| You’ve never seen a chick like Trina bitch |
| I swag you, you pull up a rinse whip |
| And I fuckin' shit with no Bentley fits |
| You gotta rub this on and go flip the grid |
| I’m goin' harder, 50 racks |
| At Dale Harbor, me and my feet nail polished |
| We ballin' bitch, we the fuckin' mafia |
| Where the money nigga? |
| Bring yo cars out |
| Say my name, you gonna pull yo cars out |
| Trina, my flow is mean |
| Shinin' like beam |
| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam |
| Beam beam beam beam beam |
| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam |
| Beam beam beam beam beam |
| I shine like |
| I can’t break you niggas |
| I ain’t with that cake you nigga |
| How much check you makin' nigga? |
| Is a in my any V or thunder nigga |
| Take the hits and stop hatin' nigga |
| It’s the baddest bitch, worst shit you nigga |
| I’m from bottom bitch, trouble girl |
| Model shit, I love my pearls, we are the shit |
| Now shake what you make that dollar with |
| I’m hatin' hoes that callin' quits |
| The bag is back and I’m hard to get |
| Bitch! |
| Here we go again, count that shit |
| All we do is win |
| First the man wanna be my friend |
| Nigga wanna cup me a piece |
| I’m good at those, in the cockle rose |
| I’m here with those |
| Trina, just focus me |
| Shinin' like beam |
| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam |
| Beam beam beam beam beam |
| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam |
| Beam beam beam beam beam |
| I shine like |
| Shine like beam like I live that Molly Bean life |
| Talk all night shit, all day, green light |
| Ain’t no problems, just pilots and bottles |
| And models, and autos and condos, she swallow |
| Dollar, I’m too fast to follow |
| You know I go all the way |
| Murcielago, mango paint |
| She freaky, she sneaky, she ain’t no saint |
| You know how that goes |
| That’s the way it goes |
| If you look out for one you gotta look out for all |
| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam |
| Beam beam beam beam beam |
| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam |
| Beam beam beam beam beam |
| I shine like |
| I show up and show off |
| Could see them hoes who act cute then broke down |
| Suck that dick till I’m tired |
| And look me in my eyes, gotta make that head fly |
| I go live, MDMA |
| A few times I was tempted to play |
| I’m racked up and plus my hoes got the cash up |
| I don’t fuck with hoes with no benefits |
| You gotta hit them hoes, that’s why I’m trippin' bitch |
| Many got shown, talkin' red bottles |
| Bitch ain’t my baby momma |
| I’m goin' harder |
| And my bitch on Molly, smokin' ganja |
| We ride around bumpin' the oldest carter |
| I taught 'er how to shoot and use that chopper |
| About to teach how to mix the coke with water |
| And if she came I’m a get a ho that’s smarter |
| Billion burgers, 8 a piece |
| I’m BBS’in, shinin' like beam |
| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam |
| Beam beam beam beam beam |
| I shine like beam beam beam beam beam beam beam beam |
| Beam beam beam beam beam |
| I shine like |