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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

I still picture your affection
I still hear you like we're talkin' on the phone
I still feel it
Like you're right there holdin' on to me
But

Saddam

Pastor Troy

The Best of Pastor Troy, Vol. 2

wantin? me for too long
Love this gangsta shit that I'm on
Ridin on chrome heavy foot
What else can she do but look
Coogied up from head to toe
Keep me

When I turned 15 all I wanted was to make a sale
Writing 16s and tryna sign a deal
I turned 17
Them crackas locked me up at ASG
Still fucked up bout my

want, bitch I run this fucking game
Rather get caught dead, then caught beefing with a lame (Yeah)
Last name to the side, still couldn't catch me in

Dollaz + Sense

DJ Quik

Born and Raised in Compton: The Greatest Hits

2006

to the see-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever well that's my

sister
You a fan, you dusty, bouta get me a Swiffer
Silly rabbit, I'm the real trickster
Can't hold a note, but I can hold me a trigger
Yea, Trey Songz

the neighbor yard when my dad gone
Chicago Trey Songz Summer Walker I'm back home
And life ain't so bad
Life ain't so bad
Life ain't so bad
Holla cheers better

Before I trust a bitch I’d drink some freon
Nigga my cousin related to Trey Songz
I was the one looking up to Adolf
Hop out the whip, they ass like
"Who is

Yeah Pools, turn me up
Trey On Da Beatz, I hear your my nigga
Ghost
High, fly, shit's crazy, you know?

Sitting in the dark, sipping on the bark

your blessings in the cake of thorn (huh, yeah)
Can't stop me, even if my brakes was on, I'm still (ayo, huh)

Y'all snitched to become free
You

imma do when all my people come to you and then you begging me to let it slide
Im the king of the flow
Im the king of the people they scratchin at my

ain't got no witness, then the case gone
Let me get that pussy wet, it won't take long
Make the neighbours know my name, like I'm Trey Songz
If it

yeah
Huh, that's a drive-by, we hit him broad day
That's a clean shot straight to the head, I can't miss, no way
You can't switch up, that's too late, uh

come, transmission lost
Alula, Alula
Might have been my favorite year, it's all jumbled up in here
Alula, Alula
You still feel like home to me
You still

wave is overdue
We've come prepared with just a few, loaded up with 45's and 22's
Scratchin' on the 12's with the rhythm in our march
We comin' for

the four but I'm known in the trey
Killer from the 'Ville in a Chevrolet
Bumping 'Pocket Full of Stones' by UGK
That was my life circa nine trey
You should

Vibrate
Too hard
Like Trey Songz
The days long
But now im stronger
Goin farther than my fathers father
Indebted to the late and great
The same fate we all

ain't tappin out makes me want you more
If you passin out I wake you up wit more
Ooh
A nigga goin hard I'ma soldier
I'm all up in ya skin like lotion
I

to listen put them bitches on a leash and then I finally got to flippin'
I came up off scratchin' killers and gerbing em' in the streets
Never touched white

Kickback tonight n I'm tryna get right n Tre got a fifth so you know I'm with it
Boog hit me up say the hoes look right we ok let's get it
Seem like we hated

The Next Level

Tha Alkaholiks

Coast II Coast

1995

this
You got a bad name like Dick Butkis
Welcome to the next level, of rhyme flowin'
Scratchin', hookin' up beats, and hoe catchin'
Everytime I come

take
No money out from under me
Cause I'm the type of player
Thats gonna run up in your company
Dont trust me, cuz I never sober
Usually I'm gone off for

Sun shinin' bright but to me it's just another day
Then she caught my eye walkin' by with that pretty face

Sun shinin' bright but to me it's just