Jackin For Beats - Trey Songz

Jackin For Beats - Trey Songz
Aye Trigga
What up Dram
I know you been on this rap thing for a minute right
Right
Can we show 'em the lyrics
You think they ready
Can we show 'em the greatness
Yeah
I'll handle the beats
Niggas ain't ready man
Holla at 'em
Ungh a ni**a never been as d**e 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 b**ches buck like gopher teeth
So respect it or check it f**k your hypothesis
I'mma write the play no socrates pardon me nobody alarmin' me
They all rap commonly as if they hold *** like a pharmacy
Watch came up what you 'wan see
I made the time change up yeah quantum leap
And I'm still tryna figure where I 'wan be
So many fish in the sea life is vagina beach
I don't sleep much paper thoughts waking me
Talkin' to a ni**a like trigga keep makin' me
They can't see me when they do I'm what they hate to see
I eat good they just 'wan salt shaker me
Bread on the rise I ain't talkin' 'bout a bakery
Devils in disguise everywhere yeah pray for me
Know you niggas p**sy but get off my dick
And don't quote me boy cause I ain't said sh*t
I ain't said nuttin' I'm too busy front in ungh
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 RIP dead as a b**ch lyrics spit one hell of a clip
AR say that they hard leave 'em in graveyards
One big diamond call a ni**a basegod get it baseball
Don't know if they draw or they just trey stall
Number one to get the number two and then erase y'all
Grass cut fool never lose where the snakes are
Motherf**k school ni**a never had a day job
Shout to all the niggas faced off with the jacob
F**k pool on the corner pocket full of 8 balls
And f**k you ni**a I be droppin' napalm
And it's cool ni**a gon' get yo hate on
Got a big dick and she gon' put her face on
A** so big and the sh*t is like her waist gone
Swingin' from a pole p**sy poppin' in the Bronx
Then I made it rain like the Cartegena Don
Do it so big they should call a ni**a Pun
All I do is win they should call a ni**a won ungh
Hol' up chula I'm all about that loot
But I'll knock that boot drop top that coup
Swoop hoop miss that booth
If I don't RIP that booth then I don't know who do
I don't know who you different city errday and I don't know you beau
I don't 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 don't oppose to let me hold they necks in sex
And she sittin' right next to me
So I don't know why the girl keep textin' me
Talkin' bout she love me forever thinkin' of me
Trust me just come in the bathroom and f**k 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 ni**a 'bout the Wi Fi
She just wanna Skype and I just wanna pipe
Was only one night baby go back to ya life
Life it's a gamble we just roll dice
That sh*t'll be in shambles if you don't roll right
And you know how I get couple side bets
F**k is a entré e if yain't 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
Ni**a I'mma get mine and you know that I deserve that
Lemme hol' dat lemme hol' dat
Yeah lemme hol' dat lemme hol' dat 2 woop