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(dead)
Give it to me, Ima fuck it up (fuck it up)
Arch ya back when you lay it down (down)
Pretty pussy, I be playing wit
Got my eyes closed, Ima lick

fuck 
She just wanna fuck me
Fuck wit a rockstar 
Trap star
Lean star

Pushin all the weight like a muthafuckin go kart
Bitch im shoppin ooh
High advance

where we meet 

True dat!
I don’t fuck with you no more but you knew that 
You didn’t have to play me why you do that
Pull up to the playground they like

as me
I ain't tryna hold you back, or put you on no type of leash
Baby I got a flight to catch can you let me fuck before I leave
I ain't lookin' at no

No More Stressin 

Hook Intro [Trey Haitian]

I will ride for my niggas mane what whatever we gone do 
I will die for my niggas mane whatever we go

this bitch up like shrimp plates
Bounce it in and put a rollin' on A.I. fish black
I got 2 more 'nites is you wit that
Fuck it let's go, when we pop out

on X, eyes pitch black
I got 2 more 'nites is you wit' that
Fuck it let's go, when we pop out Lil' Moe
Drop the top part of the 'Dro
Later on I'm

Takin' It There

Young Jeezy

The Recession

2008

up

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
What can I say (i ain't lying)
Ain't no easy way to say this (yeah)
And I don't know if you can handle it (I don't know

Born N Raised

Rick Ross

Carol City's King

2008

that pass by in them old school chevies wit the top downs, 
Beats that, you know, make the trunk rattle, rear-views shake, 
Then they look at you wit

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

Finna cook like Steph
Step back with it
Left hand with it
No stress with it
Hit the trey with the cheese
Yeah, hit the trey with the cheese
Hit the trey

Bum Squad DJ family
Shout to Loud Prince, Crystal Bubblin', (Paul Wall)
All of the heavy hitters, (Trey Songz), all of the Murda Mamis
Can't forget

go)
Donny, three-fifty-seven, long (Hehe)
Put the hammer in your mouth, Trey Songz
("Say ‘aah’") geah!

Huh, and you say New York City
(Only describe us

They be leaning on the fence
Man I bet these alphabet men
See I ain't a menace
Asking your profession?
Tell her all, no mention
I John Hancock Trey
I rep

stoned
She Medusa, that's a mind fuck
Making Trey Songz and the neighbor doesn't mind us
Put my cream filling in her oven that's a pie crust
Asking taking

before they on
Ya heels tyin' you up
Fuck tryna sneak a (sneaker) joke
My sneakers dope
But I ain't wit' the sneaky shit
This sucker puncher try and sneak

Easter Pink

Future

Streetz Calling

2011

(Aye, lemme get a 8th a dat,)
(You know what I'm sayin' pourin' up by da treys)
(Yea aye what ya sippin' boy, aye what ya sippin' boy)
(Zone 1,

Just keep me out to conversation
This not a win this a domination
I know what I'm in & it is not the matrix
Like Trey Songz nigga gotta make it
Wit

Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you fucked Trey Songz
Coke head, you cheated on your man with Ebro
I might leak the footage

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

like a razor
Won't sip no syrup, but I fuck with the maple
How we raising static, you'll think we was cable
How I get on the mic, you'll think that my

Songz
Let me see, put him in a suit, James Bond

When you slide on the hoes, they laugh at you
Turn Lillard into KD by the afternoon
What I heard in yo

like once again
Feel like trey songz i dont want to be friends
Only live alone i dont need no kin
(Kin, kin, kin, kin)
(Kin, kin, kin, kin)
Up late night

More Money, More Cash, Moe Hoes

Jay-Z

Greatest Hits

2006

To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I 
   [DMX]