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Trina
28,931
Hip-Hop/Rap
Trina was released on October 24, 2019 by Zero Fatigue/Downtown/Interscope Records as a part of the album Trina - Single
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Release DateOctober 24, 2019
LabelZero Fatigue/Downtown/Interscope Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Smino
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Blume III
Kenneth Blume III
Composer
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Composer
Peder Losnegård
Peder Losnegård
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Producer
Lido
Lido
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Elton Chueng
Elton Chueng
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stay off my grass like Stanley
Threw me cheeks on the beach, she sandy
That was my first time in Miami
Shawty played the Trina like, bitch I'm Da Baddest
Pull over that ass too fat, baby
Gold in my mouth like Trick Daddy
Slip Slidin' might, "Take it to Da House"
Put it down, she don't know nann me
[Verse 2]
You don't know nann **** that did it like me
Shit got Wicked just like Keanu Reeves
I held it down just like them piano keys
I just fucked two of 'em, I was just on tour
I roll up two up, it boost my IQ up
I pour that Ju up and I damn near threw up
[Verse 3]
Surprise, surprise
I'm a poster child, I probably win a Pulitzer Prize
Pull up in a Ghost, yeah, I was in a Poltergeist
My momma said they 'posed to lie
I look lil' baby in the eye
Speak ya mind
She don't understand me
Say she can't stand me (Stand me)
[Verse 4]
Stay off my grass like Stanley
Threw me cheeks on the beach, she sandy
That was my first time in Miami
Shawty played the Trina like, bitch I'm Da Baddest
Pull over that ass too fat, baby
Gold in my mouth like Trick Daddy
Slip Slidin' might, "Take it to Da House"
Put it down, she don't know nann me
[Verse 5]
I'm off the tree like parakeet
You hating alone, damn that must be embarrassing
Two freaks from the east, they wanna kick it, karate
Carrots in my teeth like I'ma vegan, gotta floss, ooh
I stay with the camp and do we ever Flog Gnaw
Did it large, yeah, I did it large, y'all
You don't want the static, you a walkie talkie
Brown in my cup early, it ain't coffee
[Verse 6]
Stay off my grass like Stanley
Threw me cheeks on the beach, she sandy
That was my first time in Miami
Shawty played the Trina like, bitch I'm Da Baddest
Pull over dat ass too fat, baby
Gold in my mouth like Trick Daddy
Slip Slidin' might, "Take it to Da House"
Put it down, she don't know nann me
Written by: Christopher Smith Jr., Kenneth Blume III, Peder Losnegård
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