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Damn by Trina


[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Mhm
This why you love me, baby
f**k ’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 f**k you got up in them jeans, girl?”
Goddamn, how the f**k 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 f**k I got up in them jeans, boy?”
Goddamn, how the f**k 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 f**kin’ 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 sh*t for you, yeah
Split it, flip it, get ’em corners, hit it with you, yeah
You was who I was gon’ bring all this sh*t to, yeah
And you knew I was gon’ give this sh*t 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 f**k you got up in them jeans, girl?”
Goddamn, how the f**k 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 f**k I got up in them jeans, boy?”
Goddamn, how the f**k 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 motherf**kin’ 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, motherf**ker, just believe I fly!
Tell them b**ches 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?
[Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina]
Ass on “What the f**k you got up in them jeans, girl?”
Goddamn, how the f**k 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 f**k I got up in them jeans, boy?”
Goddamn, how the f**k 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



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