- Trey Songz Jackin For Beats 歌詞
- Trey Songz
- Aye Trigga[Trey Songz:]
What up Dram?[DJ Drama:]
I know you been on this rap thing for a minute right?[Trey Songz:]
Right[DJ Drama:]
Can we show em the lyrics?[Trey Songz:]
You think they ready?[DJ Drama:]
Can we show em the greatness?[Trey Songz:] yeah...[DJ Drama: ]
Ill handle the beats[Trey Songz:]
Niggas aint ready man[DJ Drama:]
Holla at em[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Ungh, A nigga never been as dope as me
Like my veins and my brain run on coca leafs
I say they fly well they fly, well these niggas popery
Mind capacity as wide as the open sea
Put these niggas in they place where they spose to be
Plus I get these bitches buck like gopher teeth
So respect it or check it, fuck your hypothesis
Im a write the play no
Socrates, pardon me, nobody alarmin me
They all rap commonly as if they hold drugs like a pharmacy[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Watch came up, what you wan see?
I made the time change up, yeah quantum leap
And Im still tryna figure where
I wan beSo many fish in the sea, life is vagina beach
I dont sleep much, paper thoughts waking me
Talkin to a nigga like, trigga keep makin me
They cant see me when they do
Im what they hate to see
I eat good, they just wan salt shaker me
Bread on the rise,
I aint talkin bout a bakery
Devils in disguise everywhere, yeah pray for me
Know you niggas pussy but get off my dick
And dont quote me boy cause
I ain't said shit
I aint said nuttin,
Im too busy frontin, ungh[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Cruisin down the street in my benzo, couple of freaks
Couple of hoes ,
I only met em all like a couple ago
Still I treat em like stacks, got a couple to blow
Nobody takin nothin from
Songz except a loss
Nobody puttin fear in my heart except for god
Competitors
R.I.P, dead as a bitch, lyrics spit one hell of a clip
A.R. say that they hard, leave em in graveyards
One big diamond, call a nigga basegod, get it? baseball
Dont know if they draw or they just trey stall
Number one to get the number two and then erase yall
Grass cut fool, never lose where the snakes are
Motherfuck school, nigga never had a day job[Verse 4: Trey Songz]
Shout to all the niggas faced off with the jacob
Fuck pool, on the corner pocket full of 8 balls
And fuck you nigga,
I be droppin napalm
And its cool nigga gon get yo hate on
Got a big dick and she gon put her face on
Ass so big and the shit is like her waist, gone
Swingin from a pole, pussy poppin in the
BronxThen
I made it rain like the
Cartegena
DonDo it so big they should call a nigga
PunAll I do is win, they should call a nigga won, ungh
Hol up chula,
Im all about that loot
But Ill knock that boot, drop top that coup
Swoop, hoop (swish), miss that booth[Verse 5: Trey Songz]
If I dont
R.I.P that booth, then
I don't know who do
I dont know, who you?
Different city errday and
I dont know you beau
I dont owe you beau, prolly know my crew
Get around like
I came to the bar with a group to get wet
Respect the hoes that dont oppose to let me hold they necks in sex
And she sittin right next to me
So I dont know why the girl keep textin me
Talkin bout she love me, forever thinkin of me
Trust me, just come in the bathroom and fuck me
Wake up in the mornin and my eyes all crusty ungh
She will and she still wan touch me
But we gotta catch a flight, enough, show tonight
Say it gotta be wrong cause it felt so right when she bust it
Now she got a problem sayin bye-bye
Tryna ask a nigga bout the wi-fi
She just wanna skype, and
I just wanna pipe
Was only one night, baby go back to ya life
Life, its a gamble, we just roll dice
That shitll be in shambles if you dont roll right
And you know how
I get, couple side bets
Fuck is a entrée if yaint got a side dish
Then dessert is what they serving
Treating rappers like a server
Leave em murdered then deserted
You watchin, are you observing?
Nigga Im a get mine and you know that
I deserve that
Lemme hol dat, lemme hol dat
Yeah, lemme hol dat, lemme hol dat... 2
WOOP
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