TRUMP THE BILL (TRIM EDITION) versuri

Versuri SUNSHINE BENZI & Trim (Rapper) – TRUMP THE BILL (TRIM EDITION) lyrics

[Chorus: SUNSHINE BENZI]
(Uh) Bitches be stiffer than a dick pic
Like they came to bang, but bitches don’t wanna get this (Oop)
Let my balls hang, pop, ballers wanna pick this
They be on my wave, top, right there where the pick is, get, bitch
I be cruising in the cherry red coupe
With the pink gold rims and the big gold hoops
I be chilling, bitches stay in they feelings
If you see us in the party, know there’s beams in the building, mm

[Verse 1: SUNSHINE BENZI]
Bitches dead to me, stompin’ through the room, call me Stephanie
Make ‘em see hues, call me Heffanie
Playboy bunny, what’s the deal on the back end?
Pittsburgh stealin’ but it’s real on the ass end (Wop, wop)
I’m getting busy, no Trump and Bill
No Trump and Bill
Presidential coupe, gotta Trump the bill
Haha, bitch

[Chorus: SUNSHINE BENZI]
Bitches be stiffer than a dick pic
Like they came to bang, but bitches don’t wanna get this
Let my balls hang, pop, ballers wanna pick this
They be on my wave, top, right there where the pick is, get, bitch
I be cruising in the cherry red coupe
With the pink gold rims and the big gold hoops
I be chilling, bitches stay in they feelings
If you see us in the party, know there’s beams in the building (Uh)

[Verse 2: Trim]
I’m in the pool throwin’ bands on a bad bitch
I’m tryna throw this ass on him, on this mattress
I’m tryna rake it up, who gon’ throw the fastest?
I’m in the hood countin’ chicken, yeah, that cabbage
My nigga stay inside his feelings when I pop out
These bitches tryna ride my wave, they got they cock out
I brought my block out, tryna see a knockout
I’m tryna rock, rock, rock, rock, rock out
I’m finna pop it, my nigga told me to stop it
These bitches really be flopping, my nigga, really be flopping
Hold on, I’m finna pop it, nigga told me to stop it
Bitches really be flopping, my nigga, really be flopping

[Outro: Trim]
Yo, check this out, Sunshine, you know I could give you more than this but
I’m really just tryna save it ‘til, you know
We could make some, you know, we could make something really new and shit on these bitches, you get it?
Like, I could really pop it on these bitches if I wanted to and finish it out
But I really just wanna save it, you know, giving these bitches a lil’, give these bitches a lil’ taste of it, you get what I’m saying? Hold on
Yo, catch me outside, you know
I’m in New York, I’m in Charleston, I’m in Atlanta
You know, that’s where I be, catch me (Uh)
My nigga stay inside his feelings when I pop out
These bitches tryna ride my wave, they got they cock out
I brought my block out, tryna see a knockout
I’m tryna rock, rock, rock, rock, rock out
[?] out
We tryna run it in this club [?] out
[?], they don’t wanna cop out
And when we ride inside a black truck, we gon’ hop out

Written by: SUNSHINE BENZI / Trim (Rapper)