| Fresh out the salon
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| And I just got my hair done
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| Niggas trynna holla at me
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| But I told em' move along
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| Cause my waist so skinny
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| And my wrist so chilly
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| You ain’t puttin' up a milly
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| Then you won’t be fucking with me
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| P-Put ya bands up
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| Gon' put a grand on it
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| That won’t be enough
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| At least a hundred bands on it
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| Cause my waist so skinny
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| And my wrist so chilly
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| You ain’t puttin' up a milly
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| Then you won’t be fucking with me
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| I’m a boss bitch
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| I stunt first class
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| I got insurance this boss ass
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| See I don’t fuck with hoes
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| Cause they sideways
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| I get this money by myself, 99 ways
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| I hate broke niggas, they can’t tell me shit
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| Fuck your charger, baby mama, and that little dick
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| I like big bags, I like real money
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| The stacks stay stacked
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| Big bread full of hundreds, yeah
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| Fresh out the salon
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| And I just got my hair done
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| Niggas trynna holla at me
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| But I told em' move along
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| Cause my waist so skinny
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| And my wrist so chilly
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| You ain’t puttin' up a milly
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| Then you won’t be fucking with me
|
| P-Put ya bands up
|
| Gon' put a grand on it
|
| That won’t be enough
|
| At least a hundred bands on it
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| Cause my waist so skinny
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| And my wrist so chilly
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| You ain’t puttin' up a milly
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| Then you won’t be fucking with me
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| Pink bottle popper
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| Yellow big shopper
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| Pull up to the club, valet my fucking helicopter
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| It’s not a mere
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| Hustler of the year
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| She the baddest bitch
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| Right here
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| Stacking papers like my name was Bo Diddley
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| Pop the caddy in the living room delay
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| She not a star, somebody lied
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| This bitch a 10, yo bitch a 5
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| Fresh out the salon
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| And I just got my hair done
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| Niggas trynna holla at me
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| But I told em' move along
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| Cause my waist so skinny
|
| And my wrist so chilly
|
| You ain’t puttin' up a milly
|
| Then you won’t be fucking with me
|
| P-Put ya bands up
|
| Gon' put a grand on it
|
| That won’t be enough
|
| At least a hundred bands on it
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| Cause my waist so skinny
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| And my wrist so chilly
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| You ain’t puttin' up a milly
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| Then you won’t be fucking with me
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| I’m still the thickest bitch, in this rap shit
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| I don’t fuck with yall most you hoes counterfeit
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| I call em glow lickers, they wanna lick my glow
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| I’m booked 7 nights a week, you caught the metapho'
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| I got a big safe of captin crunch berries
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| My diamonds looks like you can eat em', VVS cherries
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| See I’m a fly bitch, I’m making new rules
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| And dare a new bitch to run up on this old school, what
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| Fresh out the salon
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| And I just got my hair done
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| Niggas trynna holla at me
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| But I told em' move along
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| Cause my waist so skinny
|
| And my wrist so chilly
|
| You ain’t puttin' up a milly
|
| Then you won’t be fucking with me
|
| P-Put ya bands up
|
| Gon' put a grand on it
|
| That won’t be enough
|
| At least a hundred bands on it
|
| Cause my waist so skinny
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| And my wrist so chilly
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| You ain’t puttin' up a milly
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| Then you won’t be fucking with me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Waist Skinny , by - Trina. Song from the album Diamonds, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп