Wavy Zay - Trix lyrics

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Wavy Zay - Trix lyrics

{hook} I can't fu*k with these trix These trix are for kids You need a get chips A.o.b, yeah, it’s all ona b*tch At mgm with some m's b*tch we getting lit Pull up everything on bustdown Dope boy, yeah, i get it out the traphouse We at the outlets yeah she bout to max out She gon run it all in shawty cashed out {verse 1} I told that b*tch let's meet up We can talk for a second then you gotta get my meat up I’ma gigolo baby, so you gotta give my cheese up She like how my neck frozen baby ,yeah, it's a freezer I told her spit up on my mic she getting featured Don't be shy you ain't a saint i ain't a preacher b*tch i already know that you a freaker I ain't mean b*tch i meant unstable creature But baby can you meet at the rio She hella bad she brought her friends 3 hoes For my migos, we in the game shooting free throws I know you wanna see more, but bae i'm touring scoring with the team though,yah! {hook} (i can't fu*k with these trix These trix are for kids You need a get chips A.o.b, yeah, it’s all ona b*tch At mgm with some m’s b*tch we getting lit)x2 Pull up everything on bustdown Dope boy, yeah, i get it out the traphouse We at the outlets yeah she bout to max out She gon run it all in shawty cashed out {verse 2} Everytime her ni**a cash her out She run it all to me so that b*tch can cash me out I ain't gotta talk sh*t i’m speaking fax now Big bag a chips you would of thought i was brung some Snacks out Just because we in this bed don't mean u mine now Sorry baby i'm all tied up i can't be tied down She used to be ugly now baby yeah she fine now But she got some milage on her she always getting pipe down (b*tch) i know that u a chooser I ain’t no dummy and fasho i ain't a loser You homie hopping hoe b*tch, you a skoomper I be running all this cream in ima scooper, stupid {hook} (i can't fu*k with these trix These trix are for kids You need a get chips A.o.b, yeah, it's all ona b*tch At mgm with some m's b*tch we getting lit)x2 Pull up everything on bustdown Dope boy, yeah, i get it out the traphouse We at the outlets yeah she bout to max out She gon run it all in shawty cashed out