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[Intro: Ludacris]
F#mOh you talkin bout Ol’ girl from up the street right? Yeah nigga I did, I heDard about that bitch man BmShe a trip, I be like
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
I be like dF#mamn she got a way about her And everybody always got something to say about her She so fine, she so cF#mlassy, but that bitch mean Everybody wanna throw a little dirt up on her, but that bitch clean Quit hatin’ on her, recognF#mize her from a mile away When she be walkin’ man it be hard to find the words to say When she be talkin’ disrespeF#mct it pay no nevermind She just grill em' dressing up she known to take her time Then go a kill him, go hit the cF#mlub and make these bitches sweat Not even trying, turning heads just off a silohutte And I ain't lying somebody tF#maught her well DShe never slip and I thC#mink she’s out here cBmasting spells I’m trying to tell ya
[Hook: Mac Miller]
She a F#mtrip (trip, trip, trip) She a trip (trip, trip, trip) That bitch a tF#mrip (trip, trip, trip) That girl a tF#mrip (trip, trip, trip)
[Bridge: Mac Miller]
Yeah girl, all I F#mget is pussy stay wet Fuckin’ keep her in check F#mMoney have her impressed, she wanna ride on your jet She a trF#mip She wanna ride on your jet She a tF#mrip D C#m Bm
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Now matter wF#mhat she always on her grind She seems just to know what to do to stay on my mind She send me pics of her naked pF#mosin’ like in a magazine I wanna hit like a drum whenever she go and shake it like a tamborine Yeah that percussion and F#malways got the latest bags Her shoe game stupid and she never fights and never nags She’ll keep it movin’ got no tF#mime for games, lames, false claims Callin’ out names, Dames, aF#mll on the same thang mayne End of discussion, what you thF#mought she’ll throw you for a loop Know what's expected? you might even let her drive your coupe She’ll never wreck it, she reF#mspect the finer thangs, dDiamond rangs, diamond chains Down to cC#marry Vera WBmang get a grip She a motherfuckin trip
[Hook: Mac Miller]
She a tF#mrip (trip, trip, trip) She a tF#mrip (trip, trip, trip) That bitch a trF#mip (trip, trip, trip) That girl a trF#mip (trip, trip, trip)
[Bridge: Mac Miller]
Yeah girl, all I F#mget is pussy stay wet Fuckin’ keep her in check Money have her impressed, she wanna ride on your jet She a trF#mip She wanna ride on your jet She a trip
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
That bitch a tF#mrip if I ain't never seen it I get up in the guts, she be tellin’ me to beat it like I fuckin’ mean it I can't believe it, got a nigga thF#minkin’ maybe I’da met my match So I put her in a track, and yes in fact you’ll catch me spendin’ stacks All up in Saks and I ain't nF#mever been one to trick Like what am I doin? but it's something ’bout the way she ride that dick My mind is ruin and she uF#msing it to her advantage She love that I’m grown but I think she got some other victims I’m not alone, who tF#mhought this bad bitch was out here pimpin Catch a nigga slippin’, rippin tags off the latest clothes and bags She so bad that she can'tF#m go nowhere witDhout a bunch of niggas Trying to holler but she C#mall bout that bBmody dollar
[Hook: Mac Miller]
She a trF#mip (trip, trip, trip) She a trip (trip, trip, trip) That bitch a tF#mrip (trip, trip, trip) That girl a trip (trip, trip, trip)
[Bridge: Mac Miller]
Yeah girl, all I gF#met is pussy stay wet Fuckin’ keep her in check F#mMoney have her impressed, she wanna ride on your jet She a trip She wanna ride on your jet She a tF#mrip D C#m Bm
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