feat. Deuce Poppi
(Hook)
Deuce: Hey mami, I want to 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 want to play at the playground, mami
Shut up and lay down, mami

(Hook)
Deuce: Hey mami, I want to 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 want to chase me
You want to take me
To the diamond district and lace me
You want to fly me to Hawaii
Anything I want, you'll buy me
You just met me, but you sweatin me
You want to freeze my wrist and brigette me
You want to fuck me, you want to touch me
You want to 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 want to 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 want to holla, lil mama
If it's bout a dollar, I'm break you off proper
I stay sittin on plenty be '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 want to take you home
And ride it, ride it, back it up and slip and slide it

(Hook 2x)
Deuce: Hey mami, I want to 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
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I Wanna Holla Lyrics

Trina – I Wanna Holla Lyrics

Songwriters: LUCAS, TED / SMITH, LASANA
I Wanna Holla lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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