Yep, G's up, ha, ha, I'm (Trina, Trina, aww) right I done stepped my game up and my frame up
the shake with it Shake the shake it the shake with it Don't be fake it
Shake the shake it Shake the shake it (Lil' Scrappy) the shake with it Don't be with it (Shake it)
Titties sit right, ass sit I'm mean in the thong, behind wooden leather You can catch me, South Beach, in the drop top Or in the middle of somebody, floor, like whatever, drop
I keep it for you baby on the down low, mama, know what's good for you, baby (What's for me, babe?) Bottle of for ya, me in a mini for ya Show you love, that's if I got any for ya
I could make it 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 the right young freak
Pussy good, couple pumps, skeet, But first I need that new It should be a crime being fine And I get I want, I let 'em see it from behind, oh
Want me to do my little 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
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) Shake it, it
stay fixed, nails stay fixed Keep niggaz than project grits wanna know if I'm gay Well I'm the reason why came to M I A
it like it's low, your old man would've fainted on me Maybe because the look 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 thing walkin' the block And you the saddest thing the cop
I'm Miss three O five, butter pecan Pretty eyes in the seven forty-five, you could keep up with me I'm the Diamond Mami, drinkin' from a gold Grown women say, I'm role model, swallow that
Want me to do my dance for ya? Want me to do my little for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Okay, kay, kay
Want me to do my dance for ya? it clap like my hands for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Okay, kay, 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? it clap like my hands for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Shake it, it
Now where my bitches at, that be takin' it off And keep them straight, breakin' 'em off That's how you do there And Trina lie to ya And it and it's fly to ya
It's like on a crib, lightin' up a dib Poppin' one and puttin' some of me up on lips, on your lips And ain't no high than me, baby me sunshine 'cause you could Touch the sky me, baby
and shoes by Louis, Gucci All from the pretty face and ghetto What you want, For me and you to do a porn, you to beat it 'til the morn, baby
I'm sexual and intellectual Could do us both, so professional And I could on it And take my phone calls like you bother me on it
Want me to do my dance 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
Want me to do my dance for ya? Want me to do my dance for ya? (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) it, shake it
Shake the shake it Shake the shake it Shake the with it Don't be fake it
Shake the shake it the shake with it Shake the shake it Don't be fake it
the shake with it Shake the with it Shake the with it Don't be with it
Shake the shake it the shake with it Shake the shake it be fake with it
Okay, kay, kay, kay I it hood for you, baby 'Cause on the down low, mama, know good for you, baby, uh I keep it hood for you, 'Cause on the down low, mama, know good for you, baby Okay, kay, kay, kay
And no better high than me, baby Call me sunshine you could Touch the sky with me, baby, on And ain't no better than me, baby Call me sunshine you could Touch the sky with me,