Lyrics:
stoppin'
(It don't stop niggas)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise, the streets of Compton
(Roll out the '6-4), ('6-trey)
(Glasshouse), ('5-7
stoppin'
(It don't stop niggas)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise, the streets of Compton
(Roll out the '6-4), ('6-trey)
(Glasshouse), ('5-7
at her like she was any paigon
N tell that girl ohh nana like I'm trey songz
Whatever in my cup aint full enough
I called my n***a S-Fly he said he
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
on me cause I ain't stay long
Niggas want me down and shitty, but my game on
I just got a PS5 because that phase gone
I was puttin' all them bitches in my
long
Bet the neighbors gone know my name like I'm trey songz
Get it, huh
See all these bitches wanna hate
But these bitches cannot relate
And bitches
metaphorically
But when we in the back seat
Baby gone get the whore in me
Trey Songz and August Alsina
In my speakers
We gone set the mood
And she gone love my
to satan
Better have my paper boy I'm running out of patience
Smoking on Jamaican
Choppa sing like trey songz
Cut her off she long gone
I say cut them if
the spot
They tryna dive in
Like i'm trey songz
Got these thick pockets
All these niggas bitches tryna lay on
I be thumbing through a check
So these hoes do
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
(back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
And ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)
Just trying to find my way
down in history so I just trying to make it
Trey Songz hair braided nigga I just gotta make it
Need me a chick who trying to ball too a lil Sanai Latham
to the bag
(Runnin' to the bag)
I been working too long, no
There ain't no time for naps (Nah)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
I ain't waitin' for
Nia, Muni Long
Choppa sing like Ella Mai, sing like Trey Songz
Rap niggas really like they light bill, they really ain't on
my lap, like her face gone
Made eight songs, that's like eights bombs
Just gotta make it, no Trey Songz
Beat knockin', that base strong
From
log
Your girl suck a nigga ‘til it’s all gone
Want a deal I can’t help but fucking wait to get a mill feelin like I’m Trey Songz
Cop a new coupe all
could spark up some sativa
You could step into my spaceship
Looking at you, I'd be lying to say
I ain't thinking about you naked
Trey Songz Love Faces
Bitch i been humble way too long so now im dogging hoes
Jumped off the porch, in the game, and im scoring big like the honor roll
She been sucking
because I see the lies
And I won't stop coppin anything i want
Don't need to see the price
And I can't keep waitin it
Tookme too long to realise
And I can't
(back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
And ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)
Just trying to find my way
a date night
You niggas weird why y'all like to play the game wrong
Glock do hits I let it sing call it Trey Songz
Take a whip to the face now my pain
you my body Art too yea yea
Your Curves and hips in all the right places like Trey Songz
I love the way you make them faces
Show yo Body
You a work
one
Day's long, can't Trey Songz your way out of this one
So don't worry yourself, and before I go
Fuck a record label, I appear courtesy of myself,
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
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