Tag: CSI


Trina – Damn


[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Mhm
This why you love me, baby
Fargo
I swear, as soon as she walked out
I seen it, I was like look…
Uh, wait, okay

[Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina]
Ass on "What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?"
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on "What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?"
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She a fuckin’ stunna
100 percenter, ain’t no one can front
‘Cause horty, you be doin’ somethin’ to me in that Yves when it’s all-blue
Like it when you got it on and love it when it’s on you
Yeah, and you know this shit for you, yeah
Split it, flip it, get ’em corners, hit it with you, yeah
You was who I was gon’ bring all this shit to, yeah
And you knew I was gon’ give this shit to you, so baby, yeah
G4 pilot, flyin’ private in the Lear
I been on an island, shorty, wildin’ over here
Ma, sit your pretty ass down in a chair
‘Cause you know how they stare, ’cause shorty got a

[Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina]
Ass on "What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?"
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on "What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?"
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty

[Verse 2: Trina]
My Giuseppe game is on CSI
Pullin’ up in somethin’ tinted, you can’t see inside
Mirror, mirror on the motherfuckin’ wall
Who the flyest of them all? Oh my gosh, you can see it’s I!
Black label like I’m BMI
50 thousand just so she can fly
Then I’m hoppin’ off a jet
On my celly, no R. Kelly, motherfucker, just believe I fly!
Tell them bitches that it’s D or die
Ghetto booty, still chicken wings and seasoned fries
Too much clinking, she can’t see, she blind
Motherfucker, can you see me now?

[Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina]
Ass on "What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?"
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on "What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?"
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty


Trina – Damn (feat. Tory Lanez) (Uncensored)


[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Mhm
That’s why you love me, baby!
Thugga (Thugga)
I swear, as soon as she walked out
I seen that I was [?]
Uh, way, OK!

[Hook: Tory Lanez (Trina)]
Ass on "What the fuck you got up in them jeans?" girl
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shorty!
(Ass on "What the fuck I got up in them jeans?" boy
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shorty!)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She a fuckin’ stunna
100 percenter, ain’t no one can front her
Shorty, you be doin’ something to me in that Yves when it’s all-blue
Like it when you got it on and love it when it’s on you
Yeah, and you know this shit for you, yeah
Split it, flip it, get ’em corners, hit it with you, yeah
You was who I was gon’ bring all this shit to, yeah
And you knew I was gon’ give this shit to you, so baby, yeah!
G4 pilot flying private in the Lear
I been on an island, shorty, wildin’ over here
Ma, sit your pretty ass down in a chair
‘Cause you know how they stare, ’cause shorty got a

[Hook]
Ass on "What the fuck you got up in them jeans?" girl
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shorty!
(Ass on "What the fuck I got up in them jeans?" boy
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shorty!)

[Verse 2: Trina]
My Giuseppe game is on CSI
Pulling up in something tinted you can’t see inside
Mirror, mirror on the motherfucking wall
Who the flyest of them all? Oh my gosh, you can see it’s I!
Black label like I’m BMI
50 thousand just so she can fly
Then I’m hopping off a jet
All myselly, no R. Kelly, motherfucker, just believe I fly!
Tell them bitches that it’s D or die
Ghetto booty, still chicken when you season fries
Too much clink and she can’t see, she blind
Motherfucker, can you see me now?

[Hook]
Ass on "What the fuck you got up in them jeans?" girl
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shorty!
(Ass on "What the fuck I got up in them jeans?" boy
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shorty!)


Trina feat. Tory Lanez – Damn Lyrics


(Intro – Tory Lanez)
Mhm
This why you love me, baby
Fargo
I swear, as soon as she walked out
I seen it, I was like look…
Uh, wait, okay

(Chorus – Tory Lanez & Trina)
Ass on, what the f**k you got up in them jeans, girl?
Goddamn, how the f**k it’s busting out the seams, girl?
Jumping up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you looking at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on, what the f**k I got up in them jeans, boy?”
Goddamn, how the f**k it’s busting out the seams, boy?
Jumping up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m looking at when I be in the mirror, shawty

(Verse 1 – Tory Lanez)
She a f**king stunna
100 percenter, ain’t no one can front
Cause horty, you be doing something to me in that Yves when it’s all-blue
Like it when you got it on and love it when it’s on you
Yeah, and you know this s**t for you, yeah
Split it, flip it, get em corners, hit it with you, yeah
You was who I was gong bring all this s**t to, yeah
And you knew I was gong give this s**t to you, so baby, yeah
G4 pilot, flying private in the Lear
I been on an island, shorty, wildin over here
Ma, sit your pretty ass down in a chair
Cause you know how they stare, cause shorty got a

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Trina)
My Giuseppe game is on CSI
Pulling up in something tinted, you can’t see inside
Mirror, mirror on the motherf**king wall
Who the flyest of them all? Oh my gosh, you can see it’s I!
Black label like I’m BMI
50 thousand just so she can fly
Then I’m hopping off a jet
All myselly, no R. Kelly, motherfucker, just believe I fly!
Tell them bitches that it’s D or die
Ghetto booty, still chicken when you season fries
Too much clink and she can’t see, she blind
Motherf**ker, can you see me now?

(Repeat Chorus)


Trina – Damn (feat. Tory Lanez)


[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Mhm
That’s why you love me, baby!
Thugga (Thugga)
I swear, as soon as she walked out
I seen that I was [?]
Uh, way, OK!

[Hook: Tory Lanez (Trina)]
Ass on "What the fuck you got up in them jeans?" girl
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shorty!
(Ass on "What the fuck I got up in them jeans?" boy
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shorty!)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She a fuckin’ stunna
100 percenter, ain’t no one can front her
Shorty, you be doin’ something to me in that Yves when it’s all-blue
Like it when you got it on and love it when it’s on you
Yeah, and you know this shit for you, yeah
Split it, flip it, get ’em corners, hit it with you, yeah
You was who I was gon’ bring all this shit to, yeah
And you knew I was gon’ give this shit to you, so baby, yeah!
G4 pilot flying private in the Lear
I been on an island, shorty, wildin’ over here
Ma, sit your pretty ass down in a chair
‘Cause you know how they stare, ’cause shorty got a

[Hook]
Ass on "What the fuck you got up in them jeans?" girl
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shorty!
(Ass on "What the fuck I got up in them jeans?" boy
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shorty!)

[Verse 2: Trina]
My Giuseppe game is on CSI
Pulling up in something tinted you can’t see inside
Mirror, mirror on the motherfucking wall
Who the flyest of them all? Oh my gosh, you can see it’s I!
Black label like I’m BMI
50 thousand just so she can fly
Then I’m hopping off a jet
All myselly, no R. Kelly, motherfucker, just believe I fly!
Tell them bitches that it’s D or die
Ghetto booty, still chicken when you season fries
Too much clink and she can’t see, she blind
Motherfucker, can you see me now?

[Hook]
Ass on "What the fuck you got up in them jeans?" girl
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shorty!
(Ass on "What the fuck I got up in them jeans?" boy
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shorty!)


Trina – Damn Lyrics


[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Mhm
This why you love me, baby
Fuck ’em
I swear, as soon as she walked out
I seent it, I was like look…
Uh, wait, okay

[Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina]
Ass on “What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on “What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She a fuckin’ stunna
100 percenter, ain’t no one can front her
Shorty, you be doin’ somethin’ to me in that Yves when it’s all-blue
Like it when you got it on and love it when it’s on you
Yeah, and you know this shit for you, yeah
Split it, flip it, get ’em corners, hit it with you, yeah
You was who I was gon’ bring all this shit to, yeah
And you knew I was gon’ give this shit to you, so baby, yeah!
G4 pilot flyin’ private in the Lear
I been on an island, shorty, wildin’ over here
Ma, sit your pretty ass down in a chair
‘Cause you know how they stare, ’cause shorty got a

[Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina]
Ass on “What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on “What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty

[Verse 2: Trina]
My Giuseppe game is on CSI
Pullin’ up in somethin’ tinted, you can’t see inside
Mirror, mirror on the motherfuckin’ wall
Who the flyest of them all? Oh my gosh, you can see it’s I!
Black label like I’m BMI
50 thousand just so she can fly
Then I’m hoppin’ off a jet
All myselly, no R. Kelly, motherfucker, just believe I fly!
Tell them bitches that it’s D or die
Ghetto booty, still chicken when you season fries
Too much clink and she can’t see, she blind
Motherfucker, can you see me now?

[Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina]
Ass on “What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl
I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty
Ass on “What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?”
Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy?
Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy
You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty


Soulja Boy & Bow Wow – Fucking Up A Check


[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Go ahead, fuck it up
Forgiato when I’m pulling up
I put Forgi’s on a Bentley truck
Made it hurricane when I hit the club
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Fucking up a check, let’s fuck up a check
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Let’s fuck up a check, fucking up a check

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I’m fucking up designer, I’m fucking up Versace
When I hit the club, tattoos on my body
Make it hurricane, make it thunderstorm
I’mma make it flash flood, ain’t no one
Walked in the club, I got all of this cash, yuh
I’mma hit the club, yeah I’mma bring them bands, yuh
Bring them bands out, bring them xans out
She just dropped it down, chopper hundred rounds
I got a check, I got a check, and they know that I’m stunting
She want the dick, she want the dick, I gave her the dick and some molly
I post in the club, I post in the club, I’m sitting on Forgiato’s
All this money on me, I came from the bottom

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Go ahead, fuck it up
Forgiato when I’m pulling up
I put Forgi’s on a Bentley truck
Made it hurricane when I hit the club
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Fucking up a check, let’s fuck up a check
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Let’s fuck up a check, fucking up a check

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Everything new down to my shoes
From my belt to my shoes to my Christian Loubs’
Hopped out the coupe too, dog pouring up juice
Walking in the club pouring up, bottles and I’m too cool
I came from the bottom, you don’t want these problems
I be getting money, riding with my shottas
Riding with my shooters, hanging with the goblins
Riding with a bad bitch hopping out bugattis
Pinkie ring plus my cuban link cost a new Ferrari
Hopping out the Jag, watch a nigga flash, snapped by paparazzi

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Go ahead, fuck it up
Forgiato when I’m pulling up
I put Forgi’s on a Bentley truck
Made it hurricane when I hit the club
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Fucking up a check, let’s fuck up a check
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Let’s fuck up a check, fucking up a check

[Verse 3: Bow Wow]
I just blew my CSI money on a bad bitch
Soulja blow that VH1 money, dog you been rich
Came in a 2-seater, how these hoes gon’ fit
We don’t love ’em, we don’t cuff ’em, and you know that she a flip
Couple bad white bitches and we got ’em off the blow
Now the molly kicking in, you know these hoes is ’bout to go
Gotta weigh Lil Soulja up my nigga those are from a four
We just fuck ’em, let ’em go
Soulja, we don’t love these hoes
We at LD on a monday, young rich niggas in my section
It’s a hundred G for my necklace, young nigga pull up hot but I’m flexing

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Go ahead, fuck it up
Forgiato when I’m pulling up
I put Forgi’s on a Bentley truck
Made it hurricane when I hit the club
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Fucking up a check, let’s fuck up a check
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Let’s fuck up a check, fucking up a check