Lyrics:
Sauce God, born with the recipe
She let me fuck 'cause I know Tron
How y'all niggas up? Get lock
Can't play bomb
After I nut, we can't be friends, Trey
homie, he singing like Trey Songz
When he see what’s at stake for him
Women cut for that cake if you pay put that cape on
You a simp when they call for yo
Fast whips automatic keys nigga
So when we drive by e dey be like the breeze nigga
Look around my team you know I'm ill nigga
Surulere cats dey call me
on
I’m the nigga that made
T-Pain wanna sing song
I’m the reason Chinese say ching chong
I don’t know how she attractive in clothes
I never said it - (uh
pushed on made songs kinda looked like Trey Songz
Always working on new songs yeah dawg I never left home
I had found the music I was gifted with the raps
Yeah
Ay, Em you ready?
Herk, you got them things, nigga?
You know
Detroit city
There they go, them D-Town boys, carry the Calico
Whenever
the first question
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (in the nine trey)
Answer that, then
Drizzy
Aw yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel ya
They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar
I get it, I live it, to me there's nothing realer
Just enough
(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
You know I got the profit
You know that I'm the prophet
Taking off like a
That's an old take, this a new flow
Trey Duce mufucka I am luko
I mean loco
warning yuh
Fuck a drive-by I'm parking huh
Walk a nigga down with the big trey pound
Don't walk might hit my target yuh
Tweeks blowin up my line, dope
to the wash spot
They shine my shit up real glossy
Suckers starin but my shit jumps like kriss kross g
So fuck what ya heard cause my trey does flips
lie?
Big dawg who? You got me fucked up, that nigga know he tried
I move by results, not by friends or things that's televised
Up or it's down, handle
And she my Dahmer, not a guy, so you know that I'ma eat it up
And I never made her cry but I do it when her feet is up
And I never made her shy, but I do it
stay spray
At anything that may stand in they way
As I stand at the bay window with a hand grenade
And a trey eight, at the Mandalay Bay
Common
Cleveland
Said he got pounds, I found a way to seek it
She wanna bump my music, but don't leak it
I feel like Trey Songz with the steadies
Oh, that's your
because she on ya ride
That don't mean she ya ride-or-die
Your worst enemy could be right by your side (hah)
But I'm goin' up
Baby you ain't never
beats
Live along the mesas where on top they get rained on
Songs never missin', flow, respect, art, paid off
Fuck her to some Trey Songz
In her head all
on my tats I feel like Trey Songz when I say Aihhhh
Disasters start to mix when I step one foot in yo puddle
Oasis between them legs you choosin me
I feel
on platter call 'em Trey Songz
BoomShakaLaka ooh banamanaga
Mr Cool on this number ng'sazo butha lezaka aye
Ooh bazogcwala,
Pool nabantwana and as'fun'
the first question
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (in the nine trey)
Answer that, then
on
Bad lil' vibe want me to dive in it, Trey Songz
It's the Asechild, I'm tryna put the Ase on
Get the bag , do the dash, I don't stay long
Free the gang,
Running down the court
10 seconds left
Down by 2
Gotta hold my breath
Trey Burke double team
Beale's out getting rest
I pulled up on em
Shot the 3
(You know what I call that?)
(Melted snicker)
(You know why I call it that)
(It's hot bars son, It's hot bars)
Trey back (Huh)
On the top of the wave
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