‎Playboi Carti & Future – TRIM Lyrics

‎Playboi Carti & Future – TRIM Lyrics
TRIM
‎Playboi Carti & Future
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    "TRIM." - ‎Playboi Carti & Future

    Album: MUSIC - SORRY 4 DA WAIT
    Track No: 19

    Yeah, yeah
    Pluto, haha, uh-huh, nah, for real (yeah)
    Time to take Pluto to Herndon Road
    Shit gettin′ real spooky out here

    The Marni leather, in the hills like Eddie
    I'm rockin′ baguetties, you niggas is petty
    You bitches is petty, I'm comin' correcty
    I come with machetes, I′m cuttin′ shit up (yeah)
    I feel the betrayal, I'm ready to lay on ′em
    Ready to spray on 'em, fuck on yo′ ho (whoa)
    I'm pushin′ the Spec', got the stars in the door
    I got one of those, my bitches be cold (Swamp Izzo)
    She feelin' my presence, I put on a presi′
    She rockin′ baguetties, she fuckin' with me
    She rockin′ new Kelly, I put her on the jetty
    I'm good on the fetty, my cash is steady
    I get it geeked, it ain′t nothin' to be said
    These niggas be goofy, they look like the feds
    I couldn′t fit it and still and went got it
    Just look at the Bugattis, I'm goin' too crazy (Swamp Izzo)
    Walkin′ with Xannies, I gotta be honest
    I′m walkin' with zombies, I gotta be honest (walkin′ with zombies)
    I'm keepin′ it a thousand, it's over a hunnid
    I got this shit bunkin′, I turned it back up (got this shit fire)
    I been on that demon time, ready to roll
    The finer the China you put on your nose
    I don't need no stylist, I'm front of the Vogue
    I bought a new mansion, it′s just for the clothes
    Break up a four, it′s nothin' to explain (whoa)
    Chrome Heart accessory, ain′t have to explain (whoa)
    Call when you ready, ain't none to explain
    I done bossed bitches up, it ain′t nothin' to explain
    Cappin′ me down, you won't never be claimed (I got it, whoa)
    Shawty been reppin', she promise she gang (I got it, whoa)
    I′m on some king shit, nigga too lame (I got it, whoa)
    Really I′m trim, just bought me a plane (really I'm trim)

    I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (really, I′m trim)
    I'm a real one, I can′t never be on no rap shit (really, I'm trim)
    I′m Colorado shoppin', goin' to Aspen (really, I′m trim)
    I′m the richest nigga in my hood, ain't no bappin′ (really I'm trim, I bossed her)
    I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (really, I′m trim)
    I'm a real one, I can′t never be on no rap shit
    (Southside Atlanta, baby, really, I'm trim)
    I'm Colorado shoppin′, goin′ to Aspen (Mr. Walk Down himself, really, I'm trim)
    I′m the richest nigga in my hood (who fuckin' with us?)
    Ain′t no bappin' (Renegade Five, really, I′m trim)

    I'ma blow up (ah), I'ma blow up (ah)
    Got two on ′em (really, I′m trim, ha)
    Double-0 (double-0) double-0 (double-0)
    Double-0 (double-0, really, I'm trim)
    I got your ho, she go trim with the 0 (really, I′m trim, Swamp Izzo)
    Bendin' my opps I done (ah), I′m bendin' my opps I done smoked (ah)
    I got pints of the fent′ on the floor (on the floor, really I'm trim)
    I'm havin′ sex on the jet, no coach (no coach)
    She throw me cat, I put the bag on the ho (ah, really, I′m trim, Swamp Izzo)
    Half of these hos are jokes (we lap that shit up, nigga, really, I'm trim)
    Watch how I touch the floor (go, go)
    She know how to talk, let′s go (go, five)
    Body like whoa-whoa (trim, trim, trim, five)
    I stay diamond, go (five, really I'm trim)
    I′m in that wide shit, hol' up (five)
    I′m in that wide (five, really, I'm trim, five)
    I whip out this Hen, I whip out the whoa
    (You know what the fuck this is? Really, I'm trim)
    Carti on trim like Ebola (five)
    35 hunnid a soldier (five, really, I′m trim)
    North Face ski mask rollin′ (five)
    I'm on that santan′, molly (really, I'm trim), lookin′ like Doja (five)
    Double-0-five, double-0-five (Swamp Izzo)
    Whoa, put 'em on a poster (really, I′m trim, five)

    I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (really, I'm trim)
    I'm a real one, I can′t never be on no rap shit (really, I′m trim)
    I'm Colorado shoppin′, goin' to Aspen (really, I′m trim)
    I'm the richest nigga in my hood, ain′t no bappin' (really, I'm trim)

    You got the whole motherfuckin′ world sayin′ trim, Swamp Izzo

    Writer(s): ‎Playboi Carti, Future.

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