Yep, G's up, ha, ha, I'm (Trina, Trina, aww) That's I done stepped my game up and my frame 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 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, 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?) of Henny for ya, me in a mini for ya Show you love, that's if I got any for ya
I could it from the dollars to the pennies for ya Back to back it, it up and then I it for ya But I come cheap So you gotta break Trina off, if you really the right young freak
Pussy good, couple pumps, skeet, But first I that new Bentley It should be a crime 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 little 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 dance for ya? Make it clap like my for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Shake it, it
stay fixed, nails stay fixed Keep niggaz hotter project grits Paparazzi wanna if I'm gay Well I'm the reason why Shaq to M I A
it like it's low, your old man would've fainted on me Maybe because the jeans like they was painted on me And my shoe game, oh, so I'm your taste buds need 'cause I'm so delicious
Diamond Princess, how could you this? Slip-N-Slide Records and the hood be my I'm the baddest thing walkin' the And you the thing stalkin' the cop
I'm Miss three O five, butter thighs Pretty brown eyes in the seven forty-five, you could up with me I'm the Diamond Mami, from a gold bottle Grown women say, I'm role model, swallow that
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, kay
Want me to do my dance for ya? me to do my little dance for ya? (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Okay, kay kay
Want me to do my little for ya? Make it clap my hands for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) it, shake it
Now my real bitches at, that be takin' it off And keep them playas straight, 'em off That's how you do there And Trina lie to ya And it and it's fly to ya
It's smokin' on a crib, lightin' up a dib one and puttin' some of me up on your lips, on your lips And no better high than me, baby me sunshine 'cause you could Touch the sky me, baby
and shoes by Louis, Gucci All from the pretty and ghetto booty you want, baby? For me and you to do a porn, Until you to beat it the morn, baby
I'm extra sexual and Could do us both, just so And I wobbly on it And take my phone calls like you can't me on it
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? 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? Make it like my hands for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Shake it, it
Shake the with it Shake the with it Shake the shake it Don't be fake it
the shake with it Shake the shake it the shake with it Don't be with 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 with it Don't be fake it
Okay, kay, kay, kay I keep it for you, baby on the down low, mama, know what's good for you, baby, uh I keep it for you, baby 'Cause on the down low, mama, know what's for you, baby Okay, kay, kay, kay
And ain't no better high me, baby Call me 'cause you could the sky with me, baby, come on And ain't no better high than me, Call me 'cause you could the sky with me, baby