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    "I Wanna Holla" Lyrics

    Trina

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    [Hook]
    [Deuce:] Hey mami, I wanna holla
    [Trina:] Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars
    [Deuce:] What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama
    [Trina:] Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mami chulo
    So, I'm straight
    [Deuce:] Hey mami

    [Deuce]
    I'm young, rich and I'm thuggin it
    And girl, I don't give a fuck who your husband is
    I gotta have you on my seat, five-six, thighs thick
    A little ghetto queen, we'll get our freak on like Missy
    Drink Cris-ty, be pissy, smoke Crip-ty, be wit me
    Let's flee in the big body
    Take it to the house, to the house party
    That's right, I'mma holla mami
    I'mma hop in the Benz, you follow, mami
    I wanna play at the playground, mami
    Shut up and lay down, mami

    [Hook]
    [Deuce:] Hey mami, I wanna holla
    [Trina:] Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars
    [Deuce:] What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama
    [Trina:] Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mami chulo
    So, I'm straight
    [Deuce:] Hey mami

    [Trina]
    Oh, now wanna chase me
    You wanna take me
    To the diamond district and lace me
    You wanna fly me to Hawaii
    Anything I want, you'll buy me
    You just met me, but you sweatin me
    You wanna freeze my wrist and brigette me
    You wanna fuck me, you wanna touch me
    You wanna lock me down, handcuff me
    That's cool but I got my own cash
    You can keep your bread, I got long cash
    Now that just sounds like game to me
    You ain't half the player that you claim to be

    [Hook]
    [Deuce:] Hey mami, I wanna holla
    [Trina:] Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars
    [Deuce:] What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama
    [Trina:] Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mamichulo
    So, I'm straight
    [Deuce:] Hey mami

    [Deuce]
    I wanna holla, lil mama
    If it's bout a dollar, I'm break you off proper
    I stay sittin on plenty B's
    What you want? Ten, fifteen, twenty G's
    That's nothing, we can shop for Prada shit
    Ain't nothing to a player, but a scholarship
    So leave the lights on and the camera on
    Slim waist, lil thick lil Amazon
    So let's those panties on, lay it down girlfriend
    Once I get this on, I wanna take you home
    And ride it, ride it, back it up and slip and slide it

    [Hook 2x]
    [Deuce:] Hey mami, I wanna holla
    [Trina:] Uh uh, no way papi, I got my own dollars
    [Deuce:] What, mami you lookin like my new baby mama
    [Trina:] Ah, papichulo, I see you all you want is mami chulo
    So, I'm straight
    [Deuce:] Hey mami

    [repeat 3x]
    [Deuce:] Hey mami
    [Trina:] Uh uh
    This song was submitted on May 26th, 2008 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Ted Lucas, Lasana Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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