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Shake the shake wit it
Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake It Titties sit right ass sits better I'm mean in a thong behind it's wooden leather You can catch me at South Beach in a drop top Careta I'm in the middle of somebodys dance floor like whatever Drop I keep it hood for you baby cause on the down Low mama knows what good for you baby What's good for me baby bottle of Henny for ya Me in a mini for ya show you some luv That's if I got any for ya I can it make from the dollars to the pennies for ya Back tha tha back it up then I bend it for ya But I don't come cheap so you got to break Trina off if you really want the right young freak Pussy good couple pumps skeet skeet but first I need that new Bentley it should be a crime Being this fine and I get what I want I let him see it from behind Want me to do my little dance for ya Want me to do my little dance for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Make it clap like my hands for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Want me to do my little dance for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Make it clap like my hands for ya Shake It Shake It Hair stay fixed nails stay fixed Keep niggas hotter than project bricks Paparazzi want to know if I'm gay when I'm the reason why Shaq came to MIA Drop like it's slow your old man would have fainted on me Maybe because the jeans look like it was painted on me And my shoe game oh so vicious I'm what your taste Buds need cause I'm so delicious Diamond princess how could you forget this Slip and slide records and the hood be my witness I'm the baddest ting walking the block and You the saddest thing stalking the cop I'm Miss 305 butter pecan thighs pretty brown eyes in the 745 you can keep up with me I'm the diamond mommy drinking From a gold bottle grown women say I'm they role model Swallow That Want me to do my little dance for ya Want me to do my little dance for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Make it clap like my hands for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Want me to do my little dance for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Make it clap like my hands for ya Shake It Shake It Now wear my real bitches at that be taking it off And keep them playas straight breakin them off That's how you do that there and Trina won't lie to Ya and sugar coat it and it's fly to ya it's like smokin on tha crip Lightin up a dip poppin one and puttin some of me up on your Lips on your lips and ain't no better high than me baby Call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky with me baby Purses and shoes by Louie Gucci all from the pretty face and ghetto booty What you want baby for me and you do a porn baby And tell you beat till the morn baby I'm extra sexual and intellectual could to us both Just so professional and I could wobble on it and Take my phone calls like you cant bother me on it Want me to do my little dance for ya Want me to do my little dance for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Make it clap like my hands for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Want me to do my little dance for ya Okay K K K Want me to do my little dance for ya Make it clap like my hands for ya Shake It Shake It Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Shake the shake wit it Don't be fake wit it Okay K K K I keep it hood for you baby cause on the down low mama knows what good for you baby I keep it hood for you baby cause on the down low mama knows what good for you baby And ain't no better high than me baby call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky wit me baby And ain't no better high than me baby call me sunshine cause you can touch the sky wit me baby |
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Intro: Trina & Kelly Rowland Adlibs Look I aint got nothin ta say to you I cant even believe you You know what Im too fly for this shit You playin yourself Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) No No No Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin I aint tryna hear it (Not this time) Look nigga Whatchu think this is? You treat me like a random chick You done forgot who introduced you to rocks And poppin all that cris an shit Who letchu hit it from tha back Anyway that chu like And any debts i can pay tha price I thought i was a chick you would make your wife And now a bitch cant even stay tha night (You wack) I cant even look in ya face Witout wantin ta slap you Damn i thank God i aint get that tatoo You betta thank God i aint have tha strap boo You aint even worth that trick get at chu Matta fact Trick get at dude Im da best Aint got shit ta ask you And tell tha trifflin bitch She can have you I aint lookin atchu no more Im lookin past you Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) No No No Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin I aint tryna hear it (Not this time) When ma girl came through wit tha news All i did was think about me and you like damn (Damn) What a chick gotta do to get wit a real nigga That know how to stay true like man (Man) No more quarter ta eights You betta hop on a bus or a cab I shed so many tears Cant believe how many years Tha baddest bitch put up witch yo dusty ass (Yeah) Now you know that im tha queen of Miami (Uh huh) All that loud talkin, lying Save that shit for ya man (Ha..Ha) Sounds like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (talk too much) Im like uh huh, okay, wassup, shut up Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) No more No more Here we go Here we go again Now you tellin me That she is just a friend Then why she callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin I aint tryna hear it (Not this time) Now all my ladies say (Ohh Ohh) If you feel me say (Ohh Ohh ) If you cant take no more say No no no (no no no) No no no (Ohh) Here we go (Here we go) Here we go again (Go again) Now you tellin me (Yeah yeah) That she is just a friend (Say shes just a friend) And why shes callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) Thats why im packin up my jewels Grabbin up my furs Ill be back for all my shoes and purses Watch me bounce In my seven fourty five Ill be ridin out Cause I aint tryna hear it Not this time
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| 5. |
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Ain't nothin' to it but to do it -Lemme holla at you baby I know a lot of NFL players And a lot of NBA Players Like to holla at you, you know But it's different holla'in at me You know what I'm sayin? Whatever they can give you I can give it to you times two But in a gangsta way Can ya dig it? I woke up around 10 thisa mornin' I gave myself a stretch upa morning yawnin Went to the bathroom to wash up Put on my french lace panties and my Neitche warm up I said "Mirror Mirror on the wall Who is the baddest bitch of them all?" There was a quick pause, Then the mirror responded: "You know you got it locked stop actin retarded" Fo sho, that's why these bitches don't want beef Cuz I flash the Rolly with the all yellow piece Got the sunflower yellow on the fingernails And the yellow Louis bag with the pastels Yo I'm livin like a model off my rap sells (Why?) Cuz niggas love the way my back swells Plus I show my ladies how to mack males Fuck posin for Black Tail I'm about to sign a Playboy deal Sexy gurl, you're my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl And I really need you gurl And I wanna love you gurl And I wanna kiss and hug you gurl You my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl You're my little... Close to the p-impin Hop in the coupe with snoop go on a mission Non stop, no intermission Breakfast in bed We do head in the kitchen (ooo) Its a lovely Day You can hang out in the pool act a fool Or just bubble and bake And when you get I love how you don't talk about it But you lovin the Dogg that's what I like about it MIA don't get in my way Da baddest bitch with the play ah yay And every day I try to get my play on This California lifestyle help me stay on Mm I'm choppin it up I got the key so I'm lockin it up Flashin, blastin em I'm rollin with a boss bitch passin em Sexy gurl, you're my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl And I really need you gurl And I wanna love you gurl And I wanna kiss and hug you gurl You my little sexy gurl And I really love you gurl Break it down Uh huh (All the sexy ladies clap to this) That's right (All the sexy ladies clap to this) Come on (Yeah all the sexy ladies clap to this) Oh oh Come on Better than Fendi and Gucci You need a little more for be to me a groupie How bout a house down out on Sanssouci Sittin on the deck so we can move loosely That's just how it goes Vera Wang from the window panes down to the tip of my toes And when I'm ready to leave I pull a Porsche out Don't want no sticks or no seeds I go to Snoop's house Fuck a professor, I need an investor To eat me like Hannibal Lector And keep me in a pink Kompressor Cuz princessa and I don't any lessa I know a lot of NFL players And a lot of NBA Players Like to holla at you, you know But it's different holla'in at me You know what I'm sayin? Whatever they can give you I can give it to you times two But in a gangsta way Can ya dig it? So if you got time time Like I know you got time Come here sexy girl and holla at the D-O Gizzle Fo shizzle Sexy gurl Sexy gurl Sexy gurl -
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| 3:51 |
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[Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen! I was 18, and she was 25 And I was kinda fast for my age It was the, first time, drinkin cheap wine And then she took her place on the stage The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen! [Trina] C'mon, I make my body drop, then I pussy pop I got it nice and hot, that's what I'm talkin 'bout I'm in that red zone, I got that head gone You should see me in that thong th-th-thong thong I make this ass bounce, and these titties right And make my thighs tremble, cause that's what niggaz like I got this thing alright, you better ask somebody And if he ask about me, he better pack his wallet See I'm a guy pleaser, slash don diva Slip-N-Slide off the side yeah that's Trina Take it to the bar, give me Grey Goose Let me get it started, it's time to tear it loose Catch a wall, back it up, oh excuse me! You bitches better make a way for this booty See I'm a cutie, yours truly Get out the way of this motherfuckin cooly [Mannie Fresh] The DJ cued the record and the record went BOOM Make a circle, give the lady some room Shorty make her body rock, followed with the pussy pop And everybody give her they money The club, went, crazy (cooly's a bad mamma jamma) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen! [Trina] A bad bitch in the club and she's so astoundin I'm the star in this bitch cause they show around me I'm the bitch who been crowned as Miss Miami Every nigga in the club wanna get in my panties But, if he payin it I'm layin him And if the nigga still standin I consider him the man then He wanna cram it and jam it Put the pickle in the middle muh'fucker not the fanny That access has not been granted It's the way that I strut, make a nigga wanna fuck and It's the lust make a nigga wanna touch And I'm not just a ho or a slut, I'm a plus so Where you ducks at? Where yo' bucks at? If he ain't up in that, get the fuck back See I done struck back just like lightning Every nigga in this bitch wanna pipe me [Mannie Fresh] The man say last, go and get your alcohol Then we dancin way in the back Now everybody got to know, me and her 'bout to go take it to the Cadillac The club, went, crazy (congratulations, you got her) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen! [Trina] Now he, breakin it off, and takin it off And he, makin me wet, I'm makin it hard And I'm, drivin his 'llac and swipin his card And I'm, signin his checks while givin him sex, and It's the body that they dyin to get It's amazin how these niggaz be cryin for this And, it's so crazy that they lyin for this But, but you gotta get in line you dick Now, that's the shit make these niggaz wanna holla Look like a model, shaped like a Coke bottle Break his bank down to his last gold dollar I make the flo' wobble damn near a whole hour Pussy real good, when it's from the hood But you gotta pay, and it's understood If I'ma give it up, you gon' give it out Cause I love makin niggaz go down South Aiyyo Mannie, fucks wit'chu? You crazy for this one [Mannie Fresh] You is a bad mamma jamma The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it!) The way she shake that ass sho' amaze me Ladies and gentlemen!
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| 3:29 |
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Triiiiiinaaahhhhh
Ladies and gentlemen ladies and gentlemen Uh this is a Jazze Phizzle produc shizzle Oh boy Okay alright Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay alright now Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Ohh You can ride if you want to Get it girl you can ride if you want to yeah Ohh You can ride if you want to Get it girl you can ride if you want to yeah Now can I ride you like a soldier and do you like your woman's 'sposed ya Cause it's my party tonight I'm tryin to cum befo' it's ovah I'm on fire feel it burnin in my bones Right in 20 deep and Cali playin my song It's my birthday it's my birthday Why did I come in this club with no panties on in the first place But in the worst case scenario I'm in the middle of the danceflo' holla if you hear me though Party's on nigga bring bread Look what you drivin baby to you got some mean head Call me supreme red but when I fade it call me Xrated Hump in my back lift my rump and then I perculate it Okay alright Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay alright now Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Ay listen game recognizes game in the club Ladies point him out if you see a lame in the club Gimme 50 Crist's and a hundred Moe's Forget a table bring it to me on the danceflo' I'm in this motherfucker drinkin bout to lose my mind Me and Oprah made a sandwich out of Ginuwine Yo everybody in they birthday suits We gon' ball till we fall and you can ride if you want to Ain't tryin to hear 'bout what you don't do So put your pimp cups and shake this booty to the ground Keep me moanin makin funny sounds Dirty dancin in the club it's my birthday so what Okay alright Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay alright now Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Ohh You can ride if you want to Get it girl you can ride if you want to yeah Ohh You can ride if you want to Get it girl you can ride if you want to yeah Okay alright Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay alright now |
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| 3:09 |
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(RR) Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
(Trina) I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker I got a, hideout for a cop ducker I got a, condo for a baller nigga I got a, gay friend you can call her nigga (Rick Ross) I got a, dick game with a mean hustle I got an, Escalade no you can't touch it I got a, couple blocks up in Georgia nigga I got a, lil' brother cookin quarters nigga (Trina) I got a, couple girls who gon' come f**k I gotta, see the money time to come up I gotta, keep it real with my hustler hoes I got a, pump or two, who gon' boost them clothes (Chorus: Rick Ross + (Trina)) I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours (I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours) I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours (I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours) (Rick Ross) I gots, no love for a punk bitch I gotta, cuss her out to make her suck dick I got a, dildo in this bag baby I got a, lil' somethin for that ass baby (Trina) I know you, pay hoes cause I heard you did I got a, headhunter that'll serve you quick I got a, team of hoes you ain't seen befo' With green to blow, sick with cash and cream fo' sho' (Rick Ross) I gotta, f**k 'em all just cause I can I got her, much hotter than f**kin her own man The Ramada, she gave me a hundred dollars for head But my Pradas, were slipped on, I got knee and fled (Chorus) (Trina) I got a, couple cars, while most hoes sob You gotta give it to the nigga who wrote those bars I got a, check in the mail that you couldn't believe Now I got a Roley for 80 G's under my sleeve (Rick Ross) I gotta, let you hoes know who I be So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's I got a, trap in the hood called no ID All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds (Trina) I gotta, put it down in a major way I gotta, put y'all down with this game I play I gotta, get my pussy ate like everyday Bring the present with the cake in ya Escalade (Chorus) (Rick Ross) I got an, AK for a bitch nigga I gotta, let you know they only get bigger I got a, hit man for your problems nigga I got a, couple stacks that'll solve him nigga (Trina) I gotta... show my nigga love Cause he my nigga what, now hold yo' triggers up Ain't nuttin in this game is as big as us If it is, you can tell 'em, we don't give a f**k (Rick Ross) I gotta, hit 'em hard like Ronnie Lott Defended by Johnny Coch' cartel on the block I got a, fifty cal' and I'm waitin in the crowd Ready to get it down when y'all all 50'd out (Chorus) |
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| 3:01 |
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Uh-uh-uh-uhhh, uh-uh-uh-uhhh Sex is what I'm talkin 'bout, sex is what I'm talkin 'bout Ahhh.. I'm not gon-na hold on no I ain't talkin 'bout a 70/30 (no way, no way) Or a 60/40 (uh-uh, uh-uh) Talkin 'bout a (50/50 when the room is empty) (And the clothes come off, I'm doin you and you doin me) First thangs first, Miss Trina, ducks all the lames in the game I'm quick to put a nigga to shame Fo' sayin my name, cause umm that'll get you nowhere but West Bubblefuck, with a kick in yo' nuts So if you wanna hit the guts, then you gotta play yo' cards right Go against the odds, cut me like I'm hard white I train bitches like Tyko To get the dick then the money out these niggaz goin psycho That's if you like a man, he kinda tight though (shit) I don't give a damn, I'm tryin to get you right though (what) Got vibes retired like David Rob Heartthrob forever, cute and thicker than ever Sheeeit, you know you need a chick like me Own cars, own house, own shit like me Uhh, see me and only me I'm the real Queen of this shit, truly yours, "Baddest Bitch" I'm not gon-na hold on no I ain't talkin 'bout a 70/30 (no way, no way) Or a 60/40 (uh-uh, uh-uh) Talkin 'bout a (50/50 when the room is empty) (And the clothes come off, I'm doin you and you doin me) Uhh, you know I'm still in my prime So, give me some lovin I could feel in my spine And do it to me like you said you would Talk dirty but don't hurt me, do my body good Show me love and give me hugs, let me cop a squeeze Burn a few trees and let you get on top of me; strength on that D - freaky deaky in the bedroom I'm a lady by day by night I need my legroom Wanna let my hurr down - get a glass of Chardonnay I don't mean to drink it fast but homey pardon me Calm your nerves I got you shakin hyperventilatin Lack of preperation and waitin for the penetration Concentratin with every moment when we have relations Sensations give me temptations, so gimme more ain't no limitation We lovemakin in the late night Ain't goin home 'til the daylight - so fuck me right nigga I'm not gon-na hold on no I ain't talkin 'bout a 70/30 (no way, no way) Or a 60/40 (uh-uh, uh-uh) Talkin 'bout a (50/50 when the room is empty) (And the clothes come off, I'm doin you and you doin me)
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| 3:42 |
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[Intro:]
This n*gga be just callin my phone I be like why do u call me i never gave u my number first of all I find it rude for you to call somebody it's like i got ya number from your people, some people, but i was like well i didn't give you my number so you shouldn't call my phone.. Hold on 1 sec. baby... hello? [Chorus:] She left you all alone, so take my body home i'm here to make ya moan (reach out, touch me) now feel some naked sweat bet it'll drip right down your neck, when i talk ya won't forget (reach out, touch me) you want a hella chick lemme sign some other dick, you get the tip to lick n *ooh* (reach out, touch me) sit back n close your eyes, don't try to take your time, it's gonna be a night (reach out, touch me) [Verse 1:] I say G's feel ya ass up, me up on a plasma, is there anything better you can ask for? ain't nothin sweeter than a diva named trina fresh to death like i live at the cleaners i'm so sexy i could kiss myself but why do it when i know that i could get some help yo take my number, let it marinate, don't even wonder how i turned a winter's night into summer ponder, in ya mind, this spot it 69, i'll make sure you'll get yours now gimme mine you know, holla at me, throw a thousand to a dolla at me gucci, miss sixty, to some prada at me (reach out, touch me) shower me with the finest things, diamond rings, tea cups, ?? and designer jeans i got this call comin in, i'll hit ya back be prepared to cross our lines that connect-picture that [Chorus:] She left you all alone, so take my body home i'm here to make ya moan (reach out, touch me) now feel some naked sweat bet it'll drip right down your neck, when i talk ya won't forget (reach out, touch me) you want a hella chick lemme sign some other dick, you get the tip to lick n *ooh* (reach out, touch me) sit back n close your eyes, don't try to take your time, it's gonna be a night (reach out, touch me) [Verse 2:] Can ya hear me nanna? ya hear me better? good, i'm ready to seva and down for whateva i'd slid you my digits nah, come pay a visit your no ("man-chick"), that's just ready to handle business Ooh my bedroom moans louder than ringtones my sexy ninja have ya shoppin at Queen's Home My girls told me bout your line with a 3-way But this curious cat don't wanna go off what 'she' say so get over to room star 67 where i block the haters and a playa get a piece of heaven lemme know when you downstairs in mike's kitchen, it's the playgirl's suite before i change my decision curve insturctions no disturbance when i nurse on you off the hook in a lawn waitin in my birthday suit no dis when i give you my hand im about to give the limit to plan-goddamn [Chorus:] She left you all alone, so take my body home i'm here to make ya moan (reach out, touch me) now feel some naked sweat bet it'll drip right down your neck, when i talk ya won't forget (reach out, touch me) you want a hella chick lemme sign some other dick, you get the tip to lick n *ooh* (reach out, touch me) sit back n close your eyes, don't try to take your time, it's gonna be a night (reach out, touch me) |
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