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

[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?

Moore & Moore – Your Lover lyrics

I wish I could have met you again a few years ago
Before you met & married someone you didn’t know
I always thought that you’d be mine
Somehow we both lost track of time
The sad thing is we lost track of each other
I could have been your lover
I should have been your lover

I know she doesn’t know you as well as I once did
We were well beyond our years for a couple kids
But I could see inside your dreams
And you’ve achieved most everything
But I know we’re yearning for each other
I could have been your lover
I should have been your lover

Who knows who we finally end up with
We don’t always choose the one that’s right
Love can lead us even when it’s blind
With it’s never-ending burning light

I still have a lover’s share of hope inside
When you said you were happy, I just know you lied
I saw it on your face today
That you had something else to say
So I’m here tonight for you to rediscover
If I can be your lover
Let me be your lover

I can be your lover
Let me be your lover

C Belton Uncle Music, BMI

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?

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!

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

[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?

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