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trey songz - right above it (triggamix) lyrics

“right above it (triggamix)”

she keeps telling me
you know you the sh-t
ladies through your hands up
that’s if you the sh-t
walk up in the club
and they knew i was the sh-t
sh-ting on everybody
that’s up in this b-tch
you know you the sh-t
you know you the sh-t
you know you the sh-t
you know you the sh-t
i know i’m the sh-t

pledge allegiance to the the sh-t
hands where your hearts are
matter fact salute this sh-t
hands were your parts are
still make a f-cking movie
girl knows what their parts are
i get brain in the whip who needs a smart car

call me when it’s real beef
f-ck all this .. talk
n-gg-s don’t touch keys
except for when they start cars
they just talking out their -ss those are fart bars
i bring the toaster wherever you pop-tarts are
play with funeral get your -ss buried
you should shut your fruity -ss up raspberry
i still got that rolls royce, so this black man
got b-tches chasing a ghost miss pack-man

i know you’re listening
i trace all taps
i buy .. to match my baseball caps
white navy joint
let’s watch the yankees
i’m getting big deposits
you getting bank fees
you little n-gg-s just remember that you ain’t me
write your war speech and don’t forget to thank me
yea, and what am i to do now?
they try to be me on wax at madame tussuad

ain’t n-body getting married
but i am the best man
i will be the greatest
i ain’t except a least thing
i had 8 of em and that’s just in a section
they all swallow and gobble call it digestion
women dance on my sack call it d-ck onyx
sh-t read lips til it’s hooked on vomit
i’m a bragger shorty you know i will probably have her
i’m a born star p-rn star she’s a ghetto gager
rocking platinum i never got the plat
still i drop 30 grand up in sacks
i made it out n-gg- you know how the hood be
i got the game sold up like some good weed
you got it all f-cked up like a lace front
i got the girls getting low like a b-ss drum
i’m on some rich sh-t
you on a b-tch trip
grab your purse n-gg-
here’s your lipstick
i’m such a d-ck head
they call me arrogant
one question
what the f-ck are you staring at?
i am the sh-t boy
you can ask your home girl
i’m a hold yours
that’s until i get my own girl

i made em a believer
now my head big gina
like em with there -ss big trina
beat it up in private and they like it
so only i can call em tina
me and her friends are diking
have ya seen em?

i swear i’m doper then these mother f-ckers realize
hit the club all black, like seal eyes
i am h-ll on earth
i’m trying to live in heaven
come fly with me mj 2k11

look in the mirror and it’s clearer then it has been
i talk sh-t to the homie like he my gl-ss twin
i say don’t let them get ahead of me
they want them instead of me
but i’m so much better aye

you know how it better be
i’m a sail p-ss n-gg-s cruise to a better sea
same like same night but i’m in a better v
plus my hole hotter than a huxtable sweater be
and she talk dirty like a throw away perata be

now come and f-ck with him
and if ya don’t i don’t really give a f-ck n-gg-
i’m on, so catch me if ya can
and if you ain’t know i don’t really give a d-mn
shout out to all the girls in the clubs shaking -sses
shout out to hood and the furniture with plastic
now we carry wads of the cash and plastic
i got this whole sh-t mastered

and you know i’m the sh-t
and you know it don’t matter what you think about it b-tch
‘cus ain’t n-body ain’t n-body ain’t n-body like me
ladies asking question like trigga one night please
ain’t n-body ain’t n-body ain’t n-body like me
ain’t n-body ain’t n-body ain’t n-body like me
ain’t n-body ain’t n-body ain’t n-body like me
ladies asking question like trigga one night please

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