MF TRIMM
Lil Gotit
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(Vibin' out right on the West) Vibin' out right on the West I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks Fifty shots gon' touch his chest Fifty shots gon' touch his chest C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette Everyday, it's a different fit, that 40 fit and I came from shit (top chef) I'm with Keed, yeah that pole, no YSL playas Hide your ho Yeah, it's a habit 1k, on the coke Go do some numbers and bring in the load Bitch would've thought I was a swiper, the way I use this Visa Boy, don't lurk like RiRi, work, work, work, yeah, with this Nina (big trim) F*ck it, pop a pill, 30, what it is (that muh'fuckin' trim) Found out where he live, that diamondback get killed (That muh'fuckin' trim) Shooters smokin' more than zip (That muh'fuckin' trim) You niggas ain't havin' foundation and they don't even know about the deal (that muh'fuckin' trim) I want no Xans, f*ck, I want no friends I just passed these hoes to my brother, ain't no coughin' (yeah) Vibin' out right on the West I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks Fifty shots gon' touch his chest C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette Everyday, it's a different fit, that 40 fit and I came from shit (top chef) I'm with Keed, yeah that pole, no YSL playas Hide your ho Yeah, it's a habit 1k, on the coke Go do some numbers and bring in the load Bitch would've thought I was a swiper, the way I use this Visa Boy, don't lurk like RiRi, work, work, work, yeah, with this Nina (big trim) Ain't no simp, boy you trim Real big dog, ain't miss no mil She bank on a shawty 'cause we get 'em killed JR back from now they killing The way I pop out with the shit I'm in, this shit too easy Can't even cap, I f*ck with that boy, but hope I never need it (no kizzy) I hit her pussy, then I get her out of here Just like her name was Weezy (Like Weezy) They say I'm outta shape So are my pockets, man this shit too breezy (on god) She wanna massage for a crocodile Birkin, baby girl come please me Memphis shot, I hit up her lung so he got me a wife-fi-ni-ni (Where you at?) Vibin' out right on the West I can't stop 'em from snatchin' necks Fifty shots gon' touch his chest C8, no V8, sunset burn my tires, I'm ridin' in a 'Vette Everyday, it's a different fit, that 40 fit and I came from shit (top chef) I'm with Keed, yeah that pole, no YSL playas Hide your ho Yeah, it's a habit 1k, on the coke Go do some numbers and bring in the load Bitch would've thought I was a swiper, the way I use this Visa Boy, don't lurk like RiRi, work, work, work, yeah, with this Nina (big trim)
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Written by: Jyrian Antwon Blessit, Semaja Render, Tom Insana, Zachary James Sampson Martinez
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