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