Lyrics:
[Jay Ay]
This one goes to my Geez
We come a long way G
I think you should know me by now hey
Yeah G
[Stamo Songz]
Sometimes when I close my eyes
I’m
[Trey talking]
Songz
It's Songbook, baby.
Oh, oh, oh. Whoo.
[Intro]
Ride, ride, come and ride with the Prince.
Come ride, ride, ride, ride
Trey don't cap hell yeah off the Flap
And they know Trill Trey with the gang if you play them chopper's gone bang he don't Care about the fame
Hell nah,
going harder when in the gym
Carry on with these verse I was 17 tryna swim
Ain't have no life jacket like I'm Trey Songz diving in
It's yours if you want
They say it's gods plan like the drake song
I want the money and the cars like Trey songz
Tryna pull up In Porsche tryna pull on a horse Jamie fox nigga
again
Ooo you never know
(you never know)
You never know
[Half of the Bridge: Trey Songz]
Like when you try to shoot game and your shot don't fall
them Trey Songz
She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for
Yo, why the fuck you poke the Monsta?
Fuckin' with Nicki, this year, hoe, I'm comin' like a porn
driver needs a passport
All my cars are immigrants!
It's so sickening
History you're witnessing
I had a girl she quit me
Now I'm single want to get with
from her
I'm not no gangsta (ayy), I ain't no killa, I ain't no crook
But I ain't pussy (swear to god), and I ain't playying by the book
Don't you
I'm Trey Songz and yall the neighbors
They gone know my name like the goat that played for the Lakers
One thing I know
My girl sing soprano we gone
don't judge what you have off what the next man
have that's not how the world works
So I'm good baby mixtape it's going down ladies choice trey songz dj
on spitting
TR-EY
No I'm not slim shady
All my niggas
Like some G.O.A.T.'s
We pull up
Like Tom Brady
Spent a, hundo
But now, I'm upgrading
They don't want you
pay
She wanna party with DaBaby while rubbin' on Tory troupe
I guess she needed Moneybaggs for them Trey Songz
She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for
smile
RIP young king, you was doin' ya thing
You made songs that these kids gon' forever sing
Niggas ain't wanna hear Trey Songz on Power singin'
It
Songz, he the truth
Trigga get it loose
DC Club Love fucked up off Goose
Plus I gotta say, I am not engaged
I ain't even in a 'ship, but you proally
At Venice by the ocean
Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
There's gangsters all around
Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown
I pray L.A. can stay
and get poked
The streets got no hope, if you scared, pray to the Pope (ah)
Family fed by the dope
If you ain't lived it, you won't understand me
Banana
a drop-top
Sweet little honey like I am a bonbon
Sweet little honey, do you want some?
Chewing on my cookie 'til you get lockjaw
Rollie on my wrist, it's
this bitch could get hit with a stray
I got silences and scopes, military issue pistols holla at me
Whatever you need homie I can get you
Nickname
this bitch could get hit with a stray
I got silences and scopes, military issue pistols holla at me
Whatever you need homie I can get you
Nickname
Trey Songz
I'm racked up, fresh off the hound
Dressed in that A Rose
Pay my lawyer months in advance
He got the case closed
Gamble every day with my life
the passengers seat, shotgun
(So what you wanna sa-)
(Aye yo Trey where you at bro?)
(Man this is why I don't like doing the hook by myself)
(I'm outta here)
[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
it
Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever
Whatever we want
Don't you know I'm not another typical girl
Skip the fancy dinners we go straight for
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