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trinidad james - talk that shit trinidad lyrics

[intro]
(talk that sh-t, trinidad)
aye man y’all n-ggas know who ‘dad is, y’all know who the freshest n-gga is, y’all seen me in the mothaf-ckin’ magazines, n-gga
(talk that sh-t, trinidad)
y’all n-ggas be lookin’ at my godd-mn ig to see what this n-gga wearin’, what kind of shoes he got on, how he wearin’ them jeans
(talk that sh-t, trinidad)
yeah, ain’t no bammer over here. you already know this a real a town n-gga all day, every day. you seen me in that gq magazine. you seen me in that flaunt magazine. bet know i rip that mothaf-ckin’ runway. i talk this sh-t cause i know this sh-t. you will never, ever dress better than a n-gga named trinidad james, n-gga, you already know if you from atlanta

[hook]
i feel like, these n-ggas, done ran up with my swag
i feel like, these n-ggas, done ran up with my swag
i feel like, these n-ggas, done ran up with my swag
i feel like, these n-ggas, done ran up with my swag

[verse 1]
i started with the [?], started, then they did it too
i started with versace, started, then they did it too
f-ck, i did the nappy fro, now they on it too
sh-t, their hair on fleek, not, n-gga, tell me what’s your move
b-tch i’m ‘dad and i thought you knew
your favorite rapper dress like me, man i swear i taught him to
i swear, he only dress like that, baby, cause we taught him to
check his instagram, i sip my tea, just like kermit do
fly n-ggas shop on fairfax, not the mall
real n-ggas don’t f-ck with police, f-ck the law
these n-ggas think they’re stylin’ for real though
boy stop, you better call ronaldo
i couldn’t pay to look this good, n-gga, that’s on everything
i promise i was born with it, yes they call me james

[hook]

[verse 2]
so much gold in my chain, gold up in my ring
check my rings, i might need a statue
these n-ggas not tryna change, they just rappin’ for a chain
try and take a n-gga’s chain, he might shoot you
i buy a rollie every birthday just to do it (nike)
i’m savin’ all my money up, like a n-gga jewish (drake)
anything my mama want, she get it, nothin’ to it
all these things where these n-ggas that i’ve been on, boy you’re losin’
from vegas to [?] i’m the flyest n-gga movin’
buyin’ everything strange, harajuku to shibuya
don’t show my pics to your girl, you might get the finger
what? cause she already liked him

[hook]

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