Trinidad Cardona - Solo

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Jump out the store with designer
Look at your girl like I might just
In the summer months I’m gonna act up
What you think I got these bands for?
Just to feel like I’m a part of
Something beyond where I started
I’m on the road with my bag bros
I’m on the run to a bad ho
I know
Every move that they gone throw
Yes and I know
That your bros ain’t always bros
So I move
In the silence of my thoughts (Yeah, yeah)
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Weekends on an island
And I’m out, I’m drunk
I just want a bae for my Friday
Oh yeah
Come with me tonight
Follow, follow
Follow me, oh
I been on a wave
Are you coming for these rides?
Other bitches sitting low
I don’t think you know
How I make it day to day
I’m so low
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