Trina

Trina - Sum Mo lyrics

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(feat. 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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