Ludacris - She A Trip Lyrics

"Why haven't I heard from you?"
"I been busy."
"Well, have you at least thought about what we talked about?"
"Yeah, about leaving with you? Yeah, I THOUGHT about it..."
"Why are you trippin'?"

Oh, you talkin' 'bout ol' girl from up there; up the street, right?
Yeah, nigga, I did, I heard about that bitch, man!
Hey, she a trip...

I be like, I be like damn, she got a way about her
And everybody always got something to say about her
She's so fine, she's so classy, but that bitch mean
Everybody wanna throw a little dirt up on her but that bitch clean
Quit hating on her, recognize her from a mile away
When she be walking and it's hard to find the words to say
When she be talking, disrespect it, pay no never mind
Well, she just grill 'em, dressing up, she known to take her time
Then go and kill it, hit the club and make these bitches sweat
Not even trying, turning heads just off her silhouette
And I ain't lying, I'mma say somebody taught her well
She never slip and I think she's out here casting spells
I'm tryin' to tell you, she a trip

{Trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip} She a trip
{Trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip} That bitch a trip
{Trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip} That girl a trip
{Trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip} Yeah, that girl a trip
I like that pussy stay wet, fuck and keep her in check
Money have her impressed, she wanna ride in your jet
She a trip {trip, trip, trip}, she wanna ride in your jet
She a trip {trip, trip, trip}, she wanna ride in your jet

I tryin' to tell y'all
It's like y'all don't believe me... listen

No matter what she always on the grind
It seems she know just what to do to stay up on my mind
She send me pics of her naked, posing like in a magazine
I wanna hit it like a drum whenever she go and shake it like a tambourine
Yeah, that percussion and she always got the latest bags
Her shoe game stupid and she never fights and never nags
She'll keep it moving, got no time for games, lames, false claims
Calling out names, dames, all on the same thing, man - end of discussion
What you thought she'll throw you for a loop
Now what's expected you might even let her drive your coupe
She'll never wreck it, she respect the finer things
Diamond rings, diamond chains, Donna Karan, Vera Wangs
Get a grip, she a motherfucking trip

Haha... goin' crazy here, man
That bitch a trip if I ain't never seen it; I get up in the gut
She be telling me to beat it like I fucking mean it, I can't believe it
Got a nigga thinking that maybe I done met my match
So I put her in the track and yes, in fact, you'll catch me spending stacks
Call up in Sachs I ain't never been the one to trip
Like what am I doing, but there's something about the way that she ride that dick
My mind is ruined and she's using it to her advantage
She loved that I'm grown, but I think she got some other victims, I'm not alone
Who'd of thought this bad bitch was out here pimping?
Catch a nigga slipping, ripping tags off the latest clothes and bags, she's so bad
That she can't go nowhere without a bunch of niggas trying to holla
But she all about that, 'bout that, all about that mighty dollar
She a trip
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