Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sum Mo, artist - Trina. Date of issue: 30.08.2004
Song language: English
Sum Mo |
| 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 |
| 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 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 |