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trey songz - ring the alarm lyrics

(trey talking)
ay i’m kinda p-ss(off ring the alarm)
but it’s all right you know who it is(it’s the prince n-gg-)
2 up 2 down
ay songz
ay songz
look here songz
look here songz

verse 1
uh uh uh
ay look my mintal is emaculate
i’m hotter then you f-gets is
i live it while you practicing
i’m out where the action is
do it how i want it
give a d-mn how a n-gg- feel move me if you wanna
get a hammer to your fitted head
see i’m the sh-t and they ain’t sh-t
i paint this vivid -ss picture so you n-gg-s can’t miss it lyricially i’m a dictionary
physically i’m skinny scary
visually i’m pretty well or a least that what the women tell me
see they then bust they load off
i’m in the cut
mack 9o 3hundred round drunk loaded it up you better know what’s up because the day i’m coming so sick of this dumb sh-t watch trey run it

aye look i do what i wanna do move how i wanna move big shoes on the coupe
call those 22’s see i’m a winner dude never look(looking) to lose you n-gg-s lookin like food tasty pasteries

i got an appit-te outrageous and you outrageous to think you can show out trey sh-t you better off getting a day shift say something wrong i see yo punk -ss yo neck i’ma break it

face it i’m the best and there ain’t no stoppin put me to the test and i’m gone keep rockin n-gg- so raw like c-ke in the pot and if this was law you can call me the cochran

pants saggin when i step up to the venue checkin the surroundings to see what i can get into spotted me a stallion(one) but i need at least 2 yeah n-gg- small but the enemy a beast boo he who lives like this is a g truth she who gives him lip won’t see dude

the lobby doors of that 5 star telly won’t be bustin off on a 6 pack belly i’m sick you (?) homie my forehead hot flo got mo disease then them old heads got and no they not doing it like i does spit it like hov but i sing it like robert plus i got dough like it was never a problem get at these hoes when they see me stop `em to get a bite baby tell me what you like spit til u get it
even then i won’t quit it if i said i meant it 2 the music i’m addict-ed fein for the track and the beat keep
pitchin catch me slippin that’ll never happen i’ma keep clappin bring the track back in i am the baddest
even my ad – libs (yo ad-libs) i hope everybody is strapped in this is a ride u have never been on get my pen on matter fact the pen gone so hood no good you can ask my whole hood roll through old school n-gg- smokin so good i’m in it for money f-g u and ask money bags you don’t understand i’m the man b-tch run it back

- trey songz lyrics

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