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Trina - Sum Mo lyrics
f/ Dre [Trina] Woooooooooo! C'mon, uhh [Dre] + (Trina) Clap! One, two, three and to the fo' Girl drop ya body, break it down to the flo', whoa (Cool and Dre, y'all did it again, uh) Get naughty, go hisp' a lil' mo (wooooo, whattup Dre?) Go, grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (listen) Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (I see you Cali) Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (uh) Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (uh) Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' (uh) [Trina] I don't know what you've been told But I'm back bitches, yep I'm back niggaz Yeah I'm hearin rumors that my house foreclosed So I, pack a bag and build a crib with mo' - woo! Mo' rooms with mo' space - you like dat? Mo' shoes it's okay - go buy dat I been settin trends befo' this rap shit And I been gettin bread befo' "You don't know Nann bitch" Uhh, now it's so fine, you know I'm always into somethin sittin on some crispy chrome right Twenty-fo's like a strobe light Your girl Trina got a Ninja that can go the whole night {*vrooooooooom*} Uhh, you hear that sound? That's the Bentley GT Coupe, stare that down Doin a buck fifty, shift the gear back down On my way to free{?}, I'm fin' to tear that down, now [Chorus: Dre] One, two, three and to the fo' Girl drop ya body, break it down to the flo', whoa Get naughty, go hisp' a lil' mo Go, grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' Grab somebody shake ya ass some mo' [Trina] I know you like the way it's goin down tonight The DJ's in the groove and shit it sounds so right Hold up, it's amazin, so so contagious I'm so, impatient, my body's on fire So, stop your pacin, don't, keep me waitin Homey grab my waist, set my body on fire I don't need to drink just to get loose All it takes a big WOO and guess who? I'ma stay wit'cha We can do it all night, I ain't playin wit'cha Your girl got it bad, got to work it out Put you on your back, it's a fact, yeah I could turn you out Now - roll it up, we could burn it out Get your stamina up, c'mon, lemme hear you count - woo! [Chorus] [Trina] Motherfuckers love the way I swing my ass up And bitches hate to see me when I tip my glass up But I don't give a fuck I'm up in V.I.P. Drunk off V.S.O.P., you know how we stunt Take the "Diamond Princess" for play play I'll do you worser than they did that dumb bitch on "Dre Day" Uhh, the West coast call me YAY-YAYYY I'm from Miami, Dade where they sip the ye-ye Uhh, Trina, best believe I keep a rubber band full of hundreds in between I hit the scene with a million dollar dream I triple the scene, covers of the magazines fly Overseas ride in the limousine, try shittin on me I'll put yo' ass to sleep, try findin a bitch that can go harder than me, why Try cause ain't nobody hotter than me, NOW [Chorus] |
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