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trey songz - how dat sound lyrics

[chorus: trey songz]
tell me, how dat sound? (how dat sound, how dat sound)
you tellin’ me wait for later
well lil’ baby, don’t you know i want you now?
how dat sound? (how dat sound, how dat sound)
them other girls don’t compare, this ain’t fair
you the baddest one around
how dat sound? got my hands on your body, yeah
how dat sound? got some bands for the party, yeah
stick around baby, sit that -ss down
stick around baby, stick that -ss out
stick around baby, sit that -ss down
stick around baby, stick that -ss out
yeah, stick that -ss out

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
2 chainz
you don’t have to get up lil’ baby
i got me a butler to clean up the [?]
[?]
[?] and [?] my address
now here come the madness (madness)
i’m doin’ layup lines with the atlas
i take a girl out to eat, then i feed her to the mattress
turn her over, have her eatin’ the mattress
turn her over, have her bein’ dramatic
havin’ s-x wearin’ a black patek
fat -ss got me asthmatic
droppin’ ashes on the marble flo’
was in the hall like -rs-nio (-rs-nio)
walked in the garage and i say, “eenie meenie miney mo”
i’ll take you or you, uh (you)
all this lewd i blew, uh
all this sh-t i do, uh
need a p–per scoop, uh
how that sh-t sound? (how that sh-t sound?) still won’t sit down
i have always been outside of the in crowd

[verse 2: trey songz]
yeah girl, you know that body psycho (mm, yeah)
ooh, you know you’re bad, shout to michael (mm, yeah)
beat the p-ssy up like i’m mike though (mm, yeah)
eat the p-ssy out like a rice bowl
oh yeah, that’s perfect, work it, twerk it like a lady, yeah
ooh yeah babe, you my fave, you my favorite, yeah
oh yeah, that’s perfect, work it, twerk it like a lady, yeah
ooh yeah babe, you my fave, you my favorite, yeah

[verse 3: yo gotti]
i want you now, not later (later)
baby, let’s create some haters (lets make a mess)
i want to f-ck you forever (forever)
but i ain’t signin’ no papers (can’t do it)
i blew a bag in aces (aces)
ended up f-ckin’ a waitress
every whip i ever had was white (on white)
n-gg-s thought i was racist (racist)
foreign dealer in the trap (trap)
shawty don’t like rappers
b-tch, i’m a gangsta, i just rap
she only send pictures through snap (ooh)
boss b-tches got boss n-gg-s
lost b-tches like lost n-gg-s
you a weird ho, you f-ckin’ weirdos
on some real sh-t, i know a few of those

- trey songz lyrics

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