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Trim (feat. Mellyx413) Video (MV)




Performed By: CURRYWORLDWIDE
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Sam Singh




CURRYWORLDWIDE - Trim (feat. Mellyx413) Lyrics
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I'm standin' on business, I'm standin' on this, I'm tired Yeah, I'm so sick and tired of the cap
Tell her, get out of feelings, I'm chasin' these ends Tell her, Melly gon' be right back
And these bitches on dog, they won't cut off my friends Yeah, I know that my dog finna clap
I've been sinnin' and sinnin', think I let her win But I know the devil's spinnin
They see I'm Trim, trim, Trrim, trim Yeah, they See I'm trim
Back in that mode again Yeah, they see I'm back outside again
I'm back with them hoes again I'm back with it, I'm back with it
I'm back on that demon time, I've been needin' time to myself
It ain't no easy time, a lot of hard times All the hard times brought me wealth
But f*ck it, I'm livin', put the Miley's four more Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm finna go loco
Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep callin' my name for Promo, you strange
Whole lotta wings, whole lotta chains Yeah, I Came out that building, I'm runnin' it up
Like the Mary, when I get it, I'm gon' make it weird
I'm loadin' the clip, around block, I'm drivin' my Whip
Took the lil' white bitch, onto a trip had the clothes , flip, as she movin' her hips
F*ck all of the studio shit, if you wanna say some Come stand on yo shit
I don't give a f*ck if you blood or crip, this Uzi With a switch, I'm Letting' it rip
Yo, let me holla at you, that tech look, nice in Blue
Strap your shit with the Glock, or two, cause Your bitch callin' me baby boo
I ain't lackin' dough, spinnin' the block with G and glow
Pew, pew, pew, I ain't movin' low, send you a Snap with your lousy hoe
Aight, so I look to my left, Glock on my Lap, Bitch, I'm headin' the west
Look to my right, got a big ol' bitch with a big Ol' ass and a big ol' breast
Aight, listen, I'm keepin' a buck, all of this shit, I ain't givin' two f*cks
Smokin' the carts, callin' my plugs, stackin' my Chips, sippin' them cups
I'm callin' on business, I'm standin' on next, I'm tired
Till I get outta her feelings, I'm chasin' these ends
Tell her I'm probably gon' be right back
And these bitches, I'm done, they won't count on my friends
Yeah, I know that my dawg finna clap
I've been sinnin' and sinnin', thank God that I Win
But I know the devil's spinnin' back
Yeah, they say I'm Trim, Trim, Trim, Trim
Yeah, they say I'm Trim They say I'm Trim, Trin, Trim, Trim
Yeah, they say I'm Trim They say I'm Trim, Trim, Trim, Trim
Yeah, they say I'm Trim
They say I'm Trim, Trim, Trim, Trim
Yeah, they say I'm Trim
Yeah, they say I'm Trim
Yeah, they say I'm Trim
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I'm standin' on business, I'm standin' on this, I'm tired Yeah, I'm so sick and tired of the cap
Tell her, get out of feelings, I'm chasin' these ends Tell her, Melly gon' be right back
And these bitches on dog, they won't cut off my friends Yeah, I know that my dog finna clap
I've been sinnin' and sinnin', think I let her win But I know the devil's spinnin
They see I'm Trim, trim, Trrim, trim Yeah, they See I'm trim
Back in that mode again Yeah, they see I'm back outside again
I'm back with them hoes again I'm back with it, I'm back with it
I'm back on that demon time, I've been needin' time to myself
It ain't no easy time, a lot of hard times All the hard times brought me wealth
But f*ck it, I'm livin', put the Miley's four more Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm finna go loco
Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep callin' my name for Promo, you strange
Whole lotta wings, whole lotta chains Yeah, I Came out that building, I'm runnin' it up
Like the Mary, when I get it, I'm gon' make it weird
I'm loadin' the clip, around block, I'm drivin' my Whip
Took the lil' white bitch, onto a trip had the clothes , flip, as she movin' her hips
F*ck all of the studio shit, if you wanna say some Come stand on yo shit
I don't give a f*ck if you blood or crip, this Uzi With a switch, I'm Letting' it rip
Yo, let me holla at you, that tech look, nice in Blue
Strap your shit with the Glock, or two, cause Your bitch callin' me baby boo
I ain't lackin' dough, spinnin' the block with G and glow
Pew, pew, pew, I ain't movin' low, send you a Snap with your lousy hoe
Aight, so I look to my left, Glock on my Lap, Bitch, I'm headin' the west
Look to my right, got a big ol' bitch with a big Ol' ass and a big ol' breast
Aight, listen, I'm keepin' a buck, all of this shit, I ain't givin' two f*cks
Smokin' the carts, callin' my plugs, stackin' my Chips, sippin' them cups
I'm callin' on business, I'm standin' on next, I'm tired
Till I get outta her feelings, I'm chasin' these ends
Tell her I'm probably gon' be right back
And these bitches, I'm done, they won't count on my friends
Yeah, I know that my dawg finna clap
I've been sinnin' and sinnin', thank God that I Win
But I know the devil's spinnin' back
Yeah, they say I'm Trim, Trim, Trim, Trim
Yeah, they say I'm Trim They say I'm Trim, Trin, Trim, Trim
Yeah, they say I'm Trim They say I'm Trim, Trim, Trim, Trim
Yeah, they say I'm Trim
They say I'm Trim, Trim, Trim, Trim
Yeah, they say I'm Trim
Yeah, they say I'm Trim
Yeah, they say I'm Trim
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Writer: Sam Singh
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