Yep, G's up, ha, ha, I'm (Trina, Trina, aww) That's I done stepped my game up and my frame up
Shake the with it Shake the shake it the shake with it Don't be with it
Shake the shake it Shake the shake it (Lil' Scrappy) the shake with it Don't be with it (Shake it)
sit right, ass sit better I'm mean in the thong, behind this leather You can catch me, Beach, in the drop top Carerra Or in the middle of somebody, floor, like whatever, drop
I keep it hood for you '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 love, that's if I got any for ya
I could make it from the 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 need new Bentley It should be a crime this fine And I get what I want, I let 'em see it behind, oh
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
Want me to do my little for ya? Make it 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
me to do my little dance for ya? Make it like my hands for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) it, shake it
Hair stay fixed, nails fixed Keep niggaz hotter than project Paparazzi know if I'm gay Well I'm the why Shaq came to M I A
it like it's low, your old man would've fainted on me Maybe because the jeans look like was painted on me And my shoe game, oh, so 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 stalkin' the cop
I'm three O five, butter pecan thighs Pretty brown eyes in the forty-five, you could keep up with me I'm the Diamond Mami, drinkin' from a gold women say, I'm they 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 little for ya? Make it clap my hands 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? it clap like my hands for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) Shake it, it
Now where my real bitches at, be takin' it off And keep playas 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 your lips, on your And ain't no better than me, baby me sunshine 'cause you could Touch the sky with me,
Purses and by Louis, Gucci All from the face and ghetto booty What you want, For me and you to do a porn, Until you to it 'til the morn, baby
I'm extra 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 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 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 my hands for ya (Ay, ay, ay, ay) it, shake it
Shake the shake it Shake the with it Shake the shake it be fake with it
Shake the shake it Shake the with it Shake the shake it be fake with it
Shake the with it Shake the shake it the shake with it Don't be fake it
Shake the shake it Shake the with it the shake with it Don't be with it
Okay, kay, kay, kay I it hood for you, baby 'Cause on the 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 good for you, Okay, kay, kay, kay
And ain't no better than me, baby Call me sunshine 'cause you Touch the sky me, baby, come on And ain't no high than me, baby Call me sunshine 'cause you Touch the sky me, baby