Deuce Poppi - Throw it Back lyrics

[Hook: Trina] If I give it to you daddy would you throw it back {*repeat 3X*} Throw it back, throw-throw it back If I give it to you daddy would you throw it back {*repeat 2X*} Throw it back, throw-throw it back {*repeat 2X*} [Trina] If I give it to you, you gotta throw it back Gimme the cheese and the keys to yo' Maybach You wanna - touch for free, I don't play dat And if your money ain't right, n***a stay back You better think twice, I like pink ice Louis Vuitton boots with the mink tights I ain't no cheap, chick you gotta throw it back We gotta go to the mall boy and blow some stacks - aowwww! And I ain't no golddigger But you fin' to pay for this car note n***a You gotta pay to play, e'rybody ain't able Damn, be a man, bring somethin to the table [Hook] [Deuce Poppi] Give it to me, let me see you drop it fast Girl we could go to Phipps {?} and get to poppin tags Or we could ball through the mall, tear shoppin bags And take you straight to the tail so I could chop that a** Uhh, you wanna ride, we could swerve in the Vette I'll f** you from the back done pinched yo' nerve and yo' neck That p**y so good you deserve you a check You want that ice on your hands with the birds 'round your neck Uhh, but I ain't no trickin n***a I'm a trap cook crack up in the kitchen n***a But I will lay pipe 'til that coochie dead n***a squirtin on curtains and Gucci spreads [Hook] [Trina] I need a, sugar daddy baller That go to Belle Harbor and tear the mall up Uhh, I need a D to call up To break me off and tear these sugar walls up Heidi Floess is what they call her I'm on the private jet and I'm alcoholed up Miss Trina, a star is born Spoiled and rich, a ghetto Kelly Osbourne You know I'm in demand, you see me in Japan I'm leanin on your man, my jeans worth a grand I'm still the baddest and you knowin that And if I, give it to you would you throw it back? [Hook] {*whispered*} Give it to me {*4X*} Give it to me... give it to me... give it to me... give it to me {*echoes*}