Artist/Band:
Trey Songz
Lyrics for Song: Headlines
Lyrics for Album: #lemmeholdatbeat2 [2011]
Trigga's home
Trigga's home
I hit ya city and I'm looking for some talent
I need a pretty young thing that could blow
I found it girl, your mouth is so outstanding
Never got wet until a n*gga just drowned it
And b*tch n*ggas be hating cause the b*tches all around 'em
World wide, girls eyes mesmerized, bezel shine
Future mine, present mine, Rollie tell me present time
If you ever hear I'm big headed that's just my heaven mind
Uh huh, I'm fly as f*ck, you the back of the Delta line
I'm focused potent and dope as Colombian Coke, no joke
I'm so cold it's been (?) time since hmm.. ready time
I got bars for life, Martin and Eddy time
Dinner alone, so some opus and spaghetti's fine
Yeah that's red wine, headline
Say I'm engaged on the internet, they're lyin'
5 tours in 2 years, I heard they paid a n*gga straight
Plus I stay up in some pussy tryna say a n*gga gay
But I learn though, haters gon' hate
But a hater never ate a scrape off of my plate
Black head ass n*ggas get the f*ck out my face
Keep my d*ck up in your mouths so it's f*ck what you say
Keep ya b*tch up in the house 'fore she sucking on Trey
She lied when she reply they ain't got nothing on me
But she try, her mouth was wide
I ain't wan' nut on my sheets
I told 'em I was scrotum, I go nut on these beats
Why these lousy muthaf*ckas keep speaking on me
Drowsy muthaf*ckas keep sleeping on me
They say I'm fallin' off I guess we just gon' see
You n*ggas wack songs keep leakin' on me
It's Trey ho
It's Trey ho
It's Trey ho
They know, they know, they know
That the real is on the rise
F*ck them other guys
Take whoever beat and eat 'em like a pizza pie
They know, they know..
This money makin' my conversation
He talking blatant, he probably fakin'
I wake a bake, I eat Steak 'n Shake
But I take the cake to my paper date
This super flow and it activate
You stupid hoes just master hate
Different club the same whores, I'm bored I had to skate
Now I'm somewhere makin' that mattress break
You somewhere gettin' your masturbate on
Said I was gone well I'm back today
Ain't have to wait long
Can't believe a n*gga will still say Trigga Trey can't rap today
Wrong! Cause I know a n*gga still will kill on any n*gga track today, Songz
What I learn though, haters gon' hate,
But a hater never ate a scrape off of my plate
Boy I made it plus I'm faded, I be stuntin' all day
It's okay you should just say it, you was frontin' on Trey
It's a movie, it's a massacre and I'm bout to be leatherface
Leave you n*ggas stuck with the "I could be doing better face"
I only said that cause I'm f*ckin' with this movie shit
And really truthfully, that ain't got shit to do with shit
But shit, why they got me like this
Record labels try to make a carbon copy like this
They heard where I was staying now the lobby's like this
They sayin' Trigga bodied this b*tch but that's something Trey know,
Trey know, Trey know, Trey know
It's Trey ho
They know, they know, they know
Haters gon' hate, but a hater never ate a scrape off of my plate
Black head ass n*ggas get the f*ck outta my face
Keep my d*ck up in ya mouth so it's f*ck what you say
They know!
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