Trina
But now I'm getting very irritated
For the last time
Would you please stay off my freaking grass? (Das Lido)
Woah, Kenny!
"Stay off my grass", he like Stanley (huh?)
Threw me Cheeks on the beach, she Sandy
That was my first time in Miami
Shawty played the Trina like "Bitch, I'm the baddest" (woo-hoo!)
Pull over, that ass too fat, baby (woo-hoo!)
Gold in my mouth like Trick Daddy
Slip-sliding, might take you to the house
Put it down, she don't know 'bout me
You don't know nothing, nigga, they did like me
She got wicked just like Keanu Reeves
I held it down just like them piano keys
I just fucked two of 'em, I was just on tour
I roll up, two up, it boost my IQ up
(Roll it up!) I pour that Ju up, then I damn near threw up
Surprise, surprise!
I'm a poster child, I prolly win a Pulitzer prize
Pull up in a Ghost, yeah, I was in a poltergeist (ayy)
My mama said they 'posed to lie, I look lil' baby in the eye
Speak ya mind
She don't understand me, said she can't stand me, stand me
"Stay off my grass", he like Stanley (huh?)
Threw me Cheeks on the beach, she Sandy
That was my first time in Miami
Shawty played the Trina like "Bitch, I'm the baddest" (woo-hoo!)
Pull over, that ass too fat, baby (woo-hoo!)
Gold in my mouth like Trick Daddy
Slip-sliding, might take you to the house
Put it down, she don't know 'bout me
I'm off the tree like parakeet
You hating alone, damn, that must be embarrassing
Two freaks from the East, they wanna kick it, ka-ra-te
Carrots in my teeth like I'm a vegan, gotta floss, oh!
I stay with the camp and do we ever fold?
Nah, did it large, yeah, I did it large, y'all
You want the static, you a walkie-talkie
Brown in my cup, but it ain't coffee (oh, could you please-?)
"Stay off my grass", he like Stanley (huh?)
Threw me Cheeks on the beach, she Sandy
That was my first time in Miami
Shawty played the Trina like "Bitch, I'm the baddest" (woo-hoo!)
Pull over, that ass too fat, baby (woo-hoo!)
Gold in my mouth like Trick Daddy
Slip-sliding, might take you to the house
Put it down, she don't know 'bout me
She know nothing, nigga
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Mmm, she don't know 'bout me
Mm
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Finch, Marlon Hassanali, Adam E. Duggins, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume, Peder Losnegard, Lasana Smith, Maurice Dwight Marshall, Mark Bryan Seymour, Katrina Taylor, Harry Wayne Casey, Christopher Smith, Fred Wesley, Corey L. Evans, Charles A. Bobbit, Maurice Young, James Brown
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