Lyrics:
Women flash us, don't know ya better ask us
A bastard, wit' more contacts than Lens Crafters
Tear down the rafters, venereals couldn't clap us
You need
no survival
You goin down, y'all niggaz fuck around
Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme Proposal came Indecent
Beef from the butcher, sink your
Beware of the dogs, off the chain
Fuck your whips, at the club, we piss in the parking lanes
Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your broad
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky
And my guns in the sky
Yeah,
Why would you leave somethin' you love here
no survival
You goin down, y'all niggaz fuck around
Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme Proposal came Indecent
Beef from the butcher, sink your
paths
Indo smoke out my nose no mustache
Bitches I want but that money is a must have
Fuck is you drunk?
Pay that up front
Like the Ferrari
a good place
Where I come from it's ugly
Hood niggas they love me
The reason you fuck wit' me I don't know why
I know it's a lie
I don't know why I'm
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
the bullshit
Im still wit ya
I gave you my all
That wasn't enough
You wanted some more from me
I showed you off for the World to see
You was way more than just
Neighbors know my name like Trey Songz
Got my hoodie on too like Trayvon
Get more fake love then Drake's song
Finna blow up in flames like napalm
I been
of havin ends
If you lose all your friends X4
Paintin' on the wall
Ten years gone by
Playin on the stereo
With the volume kinda low
Scheme Team's comin'
see what i'm doing
They can't fuck wit me
They see how i'm moving
They wanna be just like me
Look at everything I wear
Every time you see me different
they call me Trey Songz
Won't do the toxic
I stay out the gossip
If yo got that negative energy
That's not it
Ima still slide in yo lake
Make sure
That's what the fuck I'm talmbout, man
You heard what the fuck that nigga said?
900, nigga, saggin' on them Bapes?
That's more than some of you nigga
I'm the best seller
Like a trey deuce, spray you as these shots penetrate through Dre's booth
And go straight through your grapefruit, no escape route
through your clique
Nigga, you pissed on trip
I'ma have to bust you in your lips
And the whips better have a whole lot of chips
Cause I ain't for no
through your clique
Nigga, you pissed on trip
I'ma have to bust you in your lips
And the whips better have a whole lot of chips
Cause I ain't for no
the rhymes that I spit
Songz so raw that'll probably make you sick to your stomach and I've never had a bad bitch
Just a lil bit wit a lil bih
I smoke weed
I
at my photo
See, I'll hang yo ass by a tree
Gettin chopped while your neck snap at 3
Scot free, a psycho's on the loose, and if you haven't seen me
It's
gun-butt you
Wit the pistol grip of the trey-pound
Hit you wit the six then start wavin the K round
I'm from Down Bottom where it's spray or get sprayed
wildin', don't know what you on
Make your mind up , my time is so precious
I don't have the patience, no time to be stressin'
I need you obsessin', I can't
no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong by using this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
[Trick Daddy]
You know y'all going
in a song
Singing on the beat but I'm not trey songz
Why you got to do me dirty little girl you wrong
Fresh young nigga
I might move to Bel air
Give me
Worldwide, bi-coastal, local, niggas I respect
'Cause they more gold poster
'Cause I ain't got it, that don't mean there ain't no tool
You know Bankhead
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