whiterosemoxie – Trix (remix) (ft. Baby Smoove) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

whiterosemoxie - Trix (remix) (ft. Baby Smoove) (prod. Kaleb Waterman)

whiterosemoxie is back with the remix to “Trix” featuring Baby Smoove. Listen, watch the lyric video & official video, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Kaleb Waterman.

Whiterosemoxie Trix (remix)
Whiterosemoxie Trix (remix)

It’s been a hot year for Detroit. Eminem and Big Sean might be the two names that come to mind but there’s been a younger generation thriving. Detroit’s whiterosemoxie has emerged as a fresh new voice coming out of the city. The 18-year-old rapper is a fresh high school graduate, so he not only had to balance the pressures of his finals as well as his budding rap career.

The release of white ceilings, his debut record, has put a bright spotlight on him. The album kicks off with the song “Trix” which has been going crazy in recent times.

whiterosemoxie – Trix (remix) (ft. Baby Smoove) (prod. Kaleb Waterman)

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Lyrics

[Verse 1: whiterosemoxie]
You know the shoe stiff when I step (Huh)
Cranberry drip ‘round the neck (Huh)
I just did thirty this week (Huh)
Ain’t even bother to check (Huh)
I got your shawty with me (Huh)
Off of the lavender Tech (Huh)
LA said they wanna speak (Huh)
I told gimme a jet

[Chorus: whiterosemoxie]
Got it on lock, yeah
Shawty in her feels in the fields
Imma take her ass to Trop, yeah
They keep talking on us
They running out of luck, yeah
Everybody round me ’bout dubs
Cause everybody throw it up, yeah
Everybody throw it up!

[Verse 2: Baby Smoove]
Everybody ‘round me throw shots
I keep a FN like I keep a dirty pop
He moved out of town, I was sleeping on his block
I got a foreign bitch riding in a foreign drop
I ain’t like sliding cars, iPhones, or the watches
It’s niggas out here that wanna be just like me
Amiri jeans, Diors, and a Polo white tee
That boy up close, got blood on my white tee
Told my ma, “Call you back, I’m in the middle of a high-speed”
Hm, they never catch me
I’m buying a Lamborghini, used to ride a ten-speed
Too high for paragraphs, told her not to text me
There’s three guns in this car, dare you test me
But that’s light
I’m too rich, I don’t stop at red lights
I sip Wock’, but I miss red pints
If I tell them niggas do it, they gon’ take your life

[Chorus: whiterosemoxie]
Got it on lock, yeah
Shawty in her feels in the fields
Imma take her ass to Trop, yeah
They keep talking on us
They running out of luck, yeah
Everybody round me ’bout dubs
Cause everybody throw it up, yeah
Everybody throw it up!

[Verse 3: whiterosemoxie]
We got lean, we got green in this ‘Rari
Hoes three in this ‘Rari, it’s a party in this ‘Rari
I’m pushing this bitch, this ain’t even my ‘Rari
If I crash this bitch, save the drink, I ain’t sorry
She wet off my fit, I dress Kalahari
Big check calamari, what’s next? After party
All these lame ass niggas tryna roll with my posse
Uh, uh, uh, uh, can’t trust nobody (Can’t trust)
This Bape on you, can see it in the dark
I don’t really got no heart, niggas left me in the dark
Got my homie on V, keep that iron like he Stark
If you wanna live fast, lay low and play ya’ part (Uh huh)
Preme T (Uh huh), tee hee (Uh huh)
Thank God (Uh huh), TG (Uh huh)
Walked out (Uh huh), Turbo Greens (Uh huh)
On me (Uh huh), On me (Uh huh)

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