Lyrics:
necks so you know we ain't finished yet, I don?t wanna fuck though, I want me some pigeon neck, suck a nigga dick or something, do wit no hands, I
Say do
and juices
One more look at your pass, throw the dueces (Yuupp!)
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Stacks on deck, that's on my life
You never wear the same thing twice,
drunk? I'm faded too
When you get money they just hate on you
But, fuck them, there's all these ladies in my view
So I buy out baby
[Trey Songz:]
Eeeyup!
the shoes that I've got
Aint about my dough or my rocks
Ain't the life I live, it don't stop
Baby it's about the game
[VERSE 3: TREY SONGZ]
When you ask why
not show
you how to be a paper stretcher (what's that)
She said fuck the bullshit I just want the cheddar
Now I ain't on dis bullshit she be a hoe
cane
It's all for fun but it ain't no game
Trey Songz the neighbors know my name yea
Her swagger her demeanor when you see her
Makes you wanna be way
[Chorus:]
[J.D. & Trey Songz]
Ladies and Gentlemen we got JD Trey Songz up in this bitch you know I
Mean ish got deeper hope you got your boots ready you
no hiding.
You gotta be 100 baby and keep riding.
Them broke hoes start hating shawty and they never fight.
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Even if you gotta
(Trey Songz) woop!
(Lil' Wayne) don't love me, don't love me
Baby don't love me alright (Trey Songz)
Yeah say she wanna do her own thing
Fine as fuck
[Trick]
If I ain't a thug, you think I ain't a thug
Then tell me what I am
[Chorus w/ Trey Songz]
'Cause if I ain't a thug, why do I feel this
Trey, talkin to em.
Chorus: [Trey Songz}
Even if you gotta ride til the rims fall off,
If you gotta fight wit your back to the wall.
You gotta thug it
on three
I done seen it all dog from running wit the killas
Surrounded by the realest and they label me the illest
The dudes you call gorillas I consider
[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
knows it's never over
Just know it's never over
More ice up on my neck no my heart just getting colder
Brodie popping perky's cause he hate wit when he
(Player Activities)
Trey songz I'm finna dive in
(Player Activities)
White bitch, Miley Cyrus
(Player Activities)
She bad as fuck but she got mileage
[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
just like they moms without that tan dope
No Drake song with Trey Songz, I'm tryna be successful
Get a million dollar gated home
You tryna beef just for
it back with her shades on
And Ima make her hit her high notes
And she tell me I sing like Trey Songz
Man I got these niggas all up in they feelings
I
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Trick Daddy Dollaz
Eightball, Trey Songz
We high
Good evening ladies and gentleman
This is you're captain speakin' to ya
I'd like to welcome
Pnb, Pop Smoke don't give no fucks
Nigga check the score board, bitch 'cause we up
I threw a opp back in the air in my McLaren (woo)
I put eight
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
fucking does it
I fuck Hillary Duff make it
Cheaper by the dozen
I don't mean to quote Drake, but I pop Rosé
Trey Songz ain't long I'm
The mortherfucking
Like that never slack goddamn now
Can you feel it can I ride wit ya
Paint this picture like I
Got it so ridiculous
I got it like that
Ain’t no need for
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