Sum Mo lyrics

Artist  : Trina 
Song : Sum Mo



 Send "Sum Mo" Ringtone to your Cell 

 f/ 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]