Trina, Dre - Sum Mo lyrics

[Trina, Dre - Sum Mo lyrics]

Woooo! C'mon, uhh

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)

I don't know what you've been told
But, I'm back bitches, yep I'm back niggas
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

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'

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!

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 VIP
Drunk off VSOP, 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

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