Yep, G's up, ha, ha, I'm (Trina, Trina, aww) That's I done stepped my game up and sexed my up
the shake with it Shake the shake it Shake the with it Don't be with it
Shake the shake it Shake the shake it (Lil' Scrappy) Shake the with it be fake with it (Shake it)
Titties sit right, ass sit I'm mean in the thong, behind this wooden You can catch me, South Beach, in the drop top Or in the of somebody, dance floor, like whatever, drop
I it hood for you baby 'Cause on the down low, mama, what's good for you, baby (What's for me, babe?) of Henny for ya, me in a mini for ya Show you some love, if I got any for ya
I could it from the dollars to the pennies for ya to back it, it up and then I bend it for ya But I don't cheap So you gotta break Trina off, if you really want the right young
Pussy good, pumps, skeet, skeet But I need that new Bentley It should be a being this fine And I get I want, I let 'em see it from behind, oh
Want me to do my little for ya? me to do my little dance for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Okay, kay, kay
Want me to do my dance for ya? Make it clap like my for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Okay, kay, kay
Want me to do my little for ya? Want me to do my little for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Okay, kay kay
Want me to do my dance for ya? Make it like my hands for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) it, shake it
Hair stay fixed, stay fixed Keep niggaz than project grits wanna know if I'm gay Well I'm the why Shaq came to M I A
Drop it like it's low, your old man would've on me Maybe because the jeans like they was painted on me And my game, oh, so vicious I'm what your taste buds need I'm so delicious
Princess, how could you forget this? Slip-N-Slide Records and the hood be my I'm the baddest thing the block And you the saddest stalkin' the cop
I'm Miss O five, butter pecan thighs Pretty brown eyes in the seven forty-five, you keep up with me I'm the Diamond Mami, from a gold bottle Grown say, I'm they role model, swallow that
Want me to do my little for ya? Want me to do my dance for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Okay, kay, kay
me to do my little dance for ya? Make it clap like my for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Okay, kay, kay, kay
me to do my little dance for ya? Want me to do my little for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Okay, kay kay
Want me to do my little for ya? Make it like my hands for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) it, shake it
Now where my real bitches at, that be it off And them playas straight, breakin' 'em off That's how you do there And won't lie to ya And it and it's fly to ya
It's smokin' on a crib, lightin' up a dib Poppin' one and puttin' some of me up on your lips, on lips And ain't no better high me, baby Call me 'cause you could Touch the sky me, baby
and shoes by Louis, Gucci All from the pretty face and ghetto you want, baby? For me and you to do a porn, Until you to it 'til the morn, baby
I'm extra sexual and do us both, just so professional And I could on it And take my phone calls you can't bother me on it
me to do my little dance for ya? Want me to do my little for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Okay, kay, kay
me to do my little dance for ya? Make it clap my hands for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Okay, kay, kay, kay
Want me to do my dance for ya? Want me to do my little for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Okay, kay kay
Want me to do my little for ya? Make it like my hands for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) it, shake it
Shake the with it Shake the shake it the shake with it Don't be fake it
Shake the with it the shake with it Shake the with it Don't be fake it
Shake the shake it Shake the shake it the shake with it Don't be with it
the shake with it Shake the shake it the shake with it Don't be fake it
Okay, kay, kay, kay I keep it hood for you, 'Cause on the down low, mama, know good for you, baby, uh I it hood for you, baby 'Cause on the down low, mama, know good for you, baby Okay, kay, kay, kay
And ain't no better high than me, Call me sunshine 'cause you Touch the sky with me, baby, on And ain't no better high me, baby Call me 'cause you could the sky with me, baby