Trance Song Lyrics
Trance by Gunna [Karlae:]
Touch me, tease me, touch me, tease me
(Yo, b**ch, I'm the big Balenciaga mama)
Touch me, tease me, touch me, tease me
(Been bringin' the drama, big don dada, you can't even name a b**ch hotter than this)
Queen sh*t, bring him down to his knee sh*t
You know what the f**k I'm talking 'bout, lil' b**ch
Pimps down, hoes up, you feel me?
(It's that Trappin N London for sure)
Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass
I'ma pop my sh*t, you know I'ma pop my sh*t
He say, "Damn, baby, you done got some ass on you"
He love how I make it dance, put 'em in a trance like this
Good frame on me, can't get close 'less you comin' with a check, spend your bag on this
Need the Cartier shades with the Rollie iced out
And I need it right now, need baguetties on my wrist
[Yung Bleu:]
When she saw the diamonds, went in cardiac arrest (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tried to slide on a nigga and I heard he got caught up with the rest (Grrah, ooh, ooh, ooh)
She a bad b**ch, gotta get the best
f**kin' on the cloud, got her pilotin' the jet (Skrrt)
Balenciaga mama in the 'Vette (Skrrt)
Tryna slide on a nigga
And I heard she got caught up with the rest
[Karlae:]
New shoes, I done Jimmy-ed my Choos
You can't walk like this, you can't even talk like this
I'ma boss-ass b**ch, let a b**ch throw dirt on my name
I'ma get the b**ch rocked like Chris
Can't stop my drip, I've been flexin' on my opps like this
I'ma put it on, no off switch
Put this sh*t on every day
I got these hoes drownin' tryna ride the wave, yeah
You won't get a Cinderella
You better be comin' with purses and chains
He got him a new addition
And you knowin' Karlae be the one to blame, shame
These b**ches thought that they was in my lane
Think they compare, these hoes must be insane
He say he want a b**ch with perfect shape
Well, baby, no need to look the other way
[Karlae:]
Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass
I'ma pop my sh*t, you know I'ma pop my sh*t
He say, "Damn, baby, you done got some ass on you"
He love how I make it dance, put 'em in a trance like this
Good frame on me, can't get close 'less you comin'
With a check, spend your bag on this
Need the Cartier shades with the Rollie iced out
And I need it right now, need baguetties on my wrist
[Yung Bleu:]
When she saw the diamonds, went in cardiac arrest (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tried to slide on a nigga and I heard he got caught up with the rest (Grrah, ooh, ooh, ooh)
She a bad b**ch, gotta get the best
f**kin' on the cloud, got her pilotin' the jet (Skrrt)
Balenciaga mama in the 'Vette (Skrrt)
Tryna slide on a nigga and I heard she got caught up with the rest
I can't show you how to cook
You gotta know how to cook (You gotta know how to cook)
I know how to make it look, I do this sh*t by the book (sh*t by the book)
She said she wanna a new ass and titties
I told her, "It's already booked" (Booked)
She wanna f**k in the dark
Told her cut on the light 'cause I like how it look (Ooh)
Got on dope boy Nikes when I f**k
Got a black four-five and you know it's on tuck
She a freak, she can suck, she can f**k
With her teeth, she know how to make love
Beat the pussy like Terminator, spread her like exterminator
Hunnid racks stacked on the table, brrah, name in the papers
[Karlae:]
Hunnid racks, big bag, fat ass, I'ma pop my sh*t, you know I'ma pop my sh*t
He say, "Damn, baby, you done got some ass on you"
He love how I make it dance, put 'em in a trance like this
Good frame on me, can't get close 'less you comin' with a check, spend your bag on this
Need the Cartier shades with the Rollie iced out
And I need it right now, need baguetties on my wrist
[Yung Bleu:]
When she saw the diamonds, went in cardiac arrest (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tried to slide on a nigga and I heard he got caught up with the rest (Grrah, ooh, ooh, ooh)
She a bad b**ch, gotta get the best
f**kin' on the cloud, got her pilotin' the jet (Skrrt)
Balenciaga mama in the 'Vette (Skrrt)
Tryna slide on a nigga and I heard she got caught up with the rest
[Karlae (Yung Bleu):]
Touch me, tease me (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Touch me, tease me (Ooh, ooh, ooh, grrah)
Skrrt, skrrt