Trina - It's Your B-Day - Trina Lyrics
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- It's Your B-Day - Trina Lyrics
Album: Glamorest Life (feat. Jazze Pha) [Jazze Pha] Triiiiiinahhhhh! Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen! Uh, this is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle Oh boy! [Chorus One: Jazze Pha] Okay (it's your birthday) alright (it's your birthday) (Girl you're on fire wanna hit on the first day) Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Okay (it's your birthday) alright now (it's your birthday) (Girl you're on fire wanna hit in the worst way) Put a hump in your back and lift your rump Put a hump in your back and lift your rump [Chorus Two: Jazze Pha] {Ring, ding, dong - ding-a-ding-ding-ding-dong} Ohh! You can ride if you want to Get it girl, you can ride if you want to, yeah {Ring, ding, dong - ding-a-ding-ding-ding-dong} Ohh! You can ride if you want to Get it girl, you can ride if you want to, yeah [Trina] Now can I ride you like a soldier, and do you like your woman's 'sposed ya? Cause it's my party tonight, I'm tryin to cum befo' it's ovah (shit) I'm on fire, feel it burnin in my bones Right in 20 {?} deep and Cali playin my song It's my birthday, it's my birthday Why did I come in this club with no panties on in the first place? But in the worst case scenario I'm in the middle of the danceflo', holla if you hear me though Party's on, nigga bring bread Look what you drivin baby to, you got some mean head Call me supreme red, but when I fade it call me X-rated Hump in my back, lift my rump, and then I perculate it [Chorus One] [Trina] Ay listen, game recognizes game in the club Ladies point him out if you see a lame in the club Gimme, 50 Crist's and a hundred Moe's Forget a table bring it to me on the danceflo' I'm in this motherfucker drinkin 'bout to lose my mind Me and Oprah made a sandwich out of Ginuwine Yo, everybody in they birthday suits We gon' ball 'til we fall and you can ride if you want to Ain't tryin to hear 'bout what you don't do So put your pimp cups and shake this booty to the ground Keep me moanin makin funny sounds Dirty dancin in the club, it's my birthday, so what? [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [Chorus Two - vocals only w/o Jazze Pha's lines] [Chorus One - 3/4ths]
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