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Albums:

Love Faces [Originally Performed by Trey Songz] (DJ Cover This) · För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Genesis: The Birth of Songz Demo (Trey Songz) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Trey Day (Trey Songz) · Trey Anastasio (Trey Anastasio) – and 90 other albums »


Valentine's Day girl, all you see is pink and red

[Trey Songz:]
Eeeyup!

[Verse 1: Drake]
And everything is on me
Rose' spade, to the '96 Don P
Hang around us,
[Trey Songz, I see you baby, What Up? (SONGZ)

[Chorus]
Spend some money on ya.
A little money on ya.
Drop some money on ya, a little money.
disagreed on
Then she started telling me how I'll never be as big as Trey Songz
Boy was she wrong, that was just negative energy for me to feed off
Now it's
call it the earth face
I'm gettin' ya cake I tell you how ya dessert taste
I get a dessert plate
Y'all eat pedigree as ya meal
I've been Urkel for
offend me, with envy, right through the Fendi shades.

Chorus (Trey Songz)
Can't let a good thing go down the drain.
Hey girl, it's ups and downs but we
I know you niggas ain't fuckin' with me

[Chorus]
How dare these niggas try to fuckin' hate on me
Come out and make records sound just like me
[Intro]
Billionaire yeah you feel me
I have your bitch lacin' up my shoes homey
Rollin them L's up ha ha
Gettin' Money

[Chorus: Trey Songz
fucks ain't got no gat
I don't even think y'all niggaz ain't seen no blood
I can tell by the way y'all act

I can tell how you talk ain't 'bout no war
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker
Who would figure that all I need
heaven
Tell God send me a blessing, cause I'm down here stressin'
12 is for the records we sell, we're goin' platinum
There's no turnin' back now, so
the cause
They got the same mindframe as (?)
Told me they needed a single, who should they call?
I said, "y'all should put me in the stu' with Trey Songz
man;
 now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"
Come on motherfuckers, come on
"Looks like the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit,
man;
 now tell me what the fuck is goin on here"
Come on motherfuckers, come on
"Looks like the competition stopped by
to pay us a little visit,
You know i'll put the smack down
And now I put the smack down
She park in the background
Look at me I'm standing tall
She knows how to keep it up
gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth time askin me
Questions
understand I ain't her man
but I'm her man when I want that
now you cryin' like Trey Songz
you caught a heart attack
I only want her for tonite
you can
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do, 
And then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me
I spent my first two years gettin' high
By smokin' dollar joints rolled outta 1.5's
That was 'round '84, '85
Smoke all week for the dimes
Now
I done stopped and styled humers, rock for wild sumers
The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter (that's right)
That mean
to worry
Dog just hurry up and wait
'cause I ain't Going no where anytime soon
Sick what these rappers want to be?
That's me, times 2
Now...
Get ready for me
(featuring Trey Songz)

[Talking]
Ladies follow me now...(moaning)
Damn..my..my batteries low? (shiiit)

[Chorus]
See I don't fuss and fight, if he
saying they killing shit
Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey
And the shit hit, might burn a little bit
I'm like, "Really, little bitches, say really"

Fuck
But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that
But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate
But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate
I
for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I
through
Locking down your strips 
Some real niggaz that walk around with guns on their hips

(verse 2)
I live my life now like none of y'all fagots
You keep