- Votes:
- Composers:
- Jones
- Richard Anthony
- Jr./holland
- Kwame B.
 
- See also:
Trina - Shake lyrics
Yep, G's up, ha, ha, I'm back
 (Trina, Trina, aww)
 That's right
 I done stepped my game up and sexed my frame up
 Shake the shake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Don't be fake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 (Lil' Scrappy)
 Shake the shake with it
 Don't be fake with it
 (Shake it)
 Titties sit right, ass sit better
 I'm mean in the thong, behind this wooden leather
 You can catch me, South Beach, in the drop top Carerra
 Or in the middle of somebody, dance floor, like whatever, drop
 I keep it hood for you baby
 'Cause on the down low, mama, know what's good for you, baby
 (What's good for me, babe?)
 Bottle of Henny for ya, me in a mini for ya
 Show you some love, that's if I got any for ya
 I could make it from the dollars to the pennies for ya
 Back to back it, it up and then I bend it for ya
 But I don't come cheap
 So you gotta 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 'em see it from behind, oh
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
 Okay, kay, kay
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 Make it clap like my hands for ya
 (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
 Okay, kay, kay
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
 Okay, kay kay
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 Make it clap like my hands for ya
 (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
 Shake it, shake it
 Hair stay fixed, nails stay fixed
 Keep niggaz hotter than project grits
 Paparazzi wanna know if I'm gay
 Well I'm the reason why Shaq came to M I A
 Drop it like it's low, your old man would've fainted on me
 Maybe because the jeans look like they 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-N-Slide Records and the hood be my witness
 I'm the baddest thing walkin' the block
 And you the saddest thing stalkin' the cop
 I'm Miss three O five, butter pecan thighs
 Pretty brown eyes in the seven forty-five, you could keep up with me
 I'm the Diamond Mami, drinkin' 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?
 (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
 Okay, kay, kay
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 Make it clap like my hands for ya
 (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
 Okay, kay, kay, kayTrina - Shake - http://motolyrics.com/trina/shake-lyrics.html
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
 Okay, kay kay
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 Make it clap like my hands for ya
 (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
 Shake it, shake it
 Now where my real bitches at, that be takin' it off
 And keep them playas straight, breakin' 'em off
 That's how you do that there
 And Trina won't lie to ya
 And sugarcoat it and it's fly to ya
 It's like smokin' on a crib, lightin' up a dib
 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 could
 Touch the sky with me, baby
 Purses and shoes by Louis, Gucci
 All from the pretty face and ghetto booty
 What you want, baby?
 For me and you to do a porn, baby
 Until you to beat it 'til the morn, baby
 I'm extra sexual and intellectual
 Could do us both, just so professional
 And I could wobbly on it
 And take my phone calls like you can't bother me on it
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
 Okay, kay, kay
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 Make it clap like my hands for ya
 (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
 Okay, kay, kay, kay
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
 Okay, kay kay
 Want me to do my little dance for ya?
 Make it clap like my hands for ya
 (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
 Shake it, shake it
 Shake the shake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Don't be fake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Don't be fake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Don't be fake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Shake the shake with it
 Don't be fake with it
 Okay, kay, kay, kay
 I keep it hood for you, baby
 'Cause on the down low, mama, know what's good for you, baby, uh
 I keep it hood for you, baby
 'Cause on the down low, mama, know what's good for you, baby
 Okay, kay, kay, kay
 And ain't no better high than me, baby
 Call me sunshine 'cause you could
 Touch the sky with me, baby, come on
 And ain't no better high than me, baby
 Call me sunshine 'cause you could
 Touch the sky with me, baby









