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trinidad james - taylor swift lyrics

[produced by tm88]

[hook: trinidad james]
that b-tch you used to f-ck?
we served her (i served her)
that b-tch you used to f-ck?
we served her (we served her)
we turned her to a junkie (i knew it)
we turned her to a junkie (i knew it)
she feenin’ (i can see it)
she feenin’ (i can feel it)
she feenin’ (i can see it)
she feenin’ (i can feel it)

[verse 1: trinidad james]
i got longway in my kitchen cause i know that trap boomin’
i c-c-call him superchef because he know how to cook it
that codiene and that cookie got your b-tch goin’ stupid
we got that taylor swift and miley cyrus makin’ a movie
you know they say i’m broke now but i still buy what i want
these ain’t no robin jeans, baby girl, they saint laurent
it make me [?] when i walk, i’m goin j. jill and [?]
and that’s that south park for you p-ssy n-ggas thinkin’ i’m soft
i’m just- i’m just servin’ pimpin’ to these b-tches, ugh
pitchin knowledge to these n-ggas, ugh
[?] in the winter, burr
give it to them then i hit it, boom
i’m the father figure in your picture, n-gga
f-ck your mommas and f-ck your sistas
f-ckin’ asian and white girls and i don’t give a f-ck if they’re f-ckin sisters

[hook: trinidad james]
that b-tch you used to f- (james)
-served her (i served her)
that b-tch you used to f-ck?
we served her (we served her)
we turned her to a junkie (i knew it)
we turned her to a junkie (i knew it)
she feenin’ (i can see it)
she feenin’ (i can feel it)
she feenin’ (i can see it)
she feenin’ (i can feel it)

[verse 2: ilovemakonnen]
f-ckin’ with that superchef i turn yo girl to superfiend
she wanna ride around in retro vert mercedes-benz
i had to slow her down and turn her down on every scene
she be calling me and every night and ring-ring
d-mn, and i be skating on her, too
deux five for a young n-gga, too
pourin fours, pourin fours, in my cadillac
i don’t ride no cadillac unless it’s uber escalade
cause i don’t drive no more, i fly in a plane
ain’t got time no more, i do not talk to lames
cookin’ in the kitchen, with blueberry biscuits
young n-gga is on the roll i should’ve made the honor roll

[verse 3: peewee longway]
got your b-tch sneakin’ and geekin’ now your b-tch can’t shake the monkey
turned your b-tch into a junkie, on the xanny bars unconscious
high-top stars on me, givenchy
backwood on backwood, i smoke out the munchies
that lil’ b-tch you f-ckin’, i served her an onion
flipped it with trinidad, ilovemakonnen
blue benjamins, she come running for money
i see that b-tch feenin’ through my new [?]
i think i’m dreamin she used to be hotter
got your b-tch still runnin’ round in the lobby
i bet the [?] parking lots in the rari, my trap going up monday, tuesday to friday
f-ck up the lot in a brand new bugatti, these b-tches be thinking longway ‘luminati
trinidad gold all on my body, president rolley flooded up with molly
got your b-tch rollin’ get geeked up in college
[?]
i clashed the four keep them bands in the closet
i cook a four ‘fore you leave for the [?]
[?]
[?] she keep geekin’ in private, longway, b-tch!

- trinidad james lyrics

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