Oh, cake, cake
Oh, cake, cake
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Baby, this might sound rude
I'm taken but I want you
And I don't wanna play by the book, no rules
They say you can't have cake and eat it too
But ain't that what you s'posed to do?
Ain't you s'posed to eat it too?
Ain't that what you s'posed to do?
Ain't I s'posed to eat it too if cake's on the menu?
Cake's-cake's on the menu
Cake's-cake's-cake's on the menu
I'd like to have dessert for starters
Tell me baby, can you take my order?
Hey pretty lady
Give me some of that cake (cake, cake, cake)
I'd like to place an order, ooh, I just wanna taste
And, ooh, I hate to wait
Wanna lay your body down all over my plate
Once I blow the candles out, put it in my face
So tell me you gon' serve it up nice (up nice)
The customer's always right, baby (always right)
Baby, this might sound rude
I'm taken but I want you (I want you)
And I don't wanna play by the book, no rules (no rules)
They say you can't have cake and eat it too
But ain't that what you s'posed to do?
Ain't you s'posed to eat it too?
Ain't that what you s'posed to do?
Ain't I s'posed to eat it too if cake's on the menu?
Cake's-cake's on the menu
Cake's-cake's-cake's on the menu
I'd like to have dessert for starters
Tell me baby, can you take my order?
Light-skinned girls got that red velvet
Dark-skinned girls, chocolate
White girls got vanilla frosting
Cake tastes great, I love all of it
I've got a sweet tooth and it's just for you
It ain't hard to see it through, girl, I know you want to
So tell me you gon' serve it up nice
The customer's always right, baby
Baby, this might sound rude, I know it may sound rude
I'm taken but I want you (taken but, I want you)
I don't wanna play by, and I don't wanna play by the book, no rules
They say you can't have cake and eat it too, (what the f*ck is they talking 'bout?)
But ain't that what you s'posed to do? (You must be crazy)
Ain't you s'posed to eat it too? (It ain't no way that)
Ain't that what you s'posed to do?
Ain't I s'posed to eat it too if cake's on the menu?
Cake's-cake's on the menu
Cake's-cake's-cake's on the menu
I'd like to have dessert for starters
Tell me baby, can you take my order? (can you take my order? can you take my order?)
Ain't that what you s'posed to do?
Cake's on the menu
Ain't I s'posed to eat it too?
Cake's on the menu (cake's on the menu)
Trey Songz - Trigga Album Lyrics
Trey Songz - Trigga Lyrics
Writer: Samuel Jean, David Cunningham, Tremaine Neverson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Foreign
Les filles aux quatre coins du monde, profitez du son, ça va être un été chaud
Justin Bieber
This is the re-mix
JB
[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
Let's get going, are you foreign or complaining only moaning
Dominican, Puerto Rican, yeah, you know they do it for me
See me in a Ferrari in my mind that thing is fun
If it had some wings, we'd be flying, we'd be soaring
Ah-ah-ah, When I'm in it I'll be thinking I don't want this thing to stop
No-o-o, But I'm thinking that you're winning if you make it to the top
Fly, That probably means you make me feel some type of way
Shoutout Miami for having so many foreign babes
[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber (Trey Songz)]
She only been here for two weeks
(Came with the girls) Came with the girls and they tryna leave with me
(She workin' hard) She workin' hard like she tryna get a visa
(The way she twerk it) The way she twerk it I just might pull out my Visa
[Chorus: Trey Songz (Justin Bieber)]
After we leave girl, you know where you going
Straight to the 'tel, you ain't leaving 'till the morning
Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's boring (that shit's boring)
American you know I had to cop that foreign (cop that foreign)
American you know I had to cop that foreign
(She got on a bad bikini, when we in the Lamborghini)
American you know I had to cop that foreign
(She from another country, but I brought her to the city with me)
I know it's never boring
American you know I had to cop that foreign
Uh huh
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Just got back from Africa, I swear I saw about 50 thousand queens
(This is the remix) Touched down in Paris, had her waiting, had her waiting for me
Like Ou la la la, oh oui oui, c'est la vie
Off up on the islands, screams turn to silence
F*ck, drink, sleep
Hit it seven days 'cause you know your man's weak
Make that body talk, know to make that thing speak, such a freak
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
And she be like "Ay que rico" when I'm going real deep though
You can give me all of them besos, just stay low, do what I say so
F*ck me now, oh damn, shawty go H.A.M, do with no hands
Got me so high, Holland, Amsterdam, Iceland , China, Tokyo, Japan
[Bridge: Trey Songz]
Don't understand what she speaks, but I break her body down, sheesh
Just like the beat, ay JB what's the word out on the street?
No matter who she's with, if she get a remix...
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
Justin Bieber
This is the re-mix
JB
[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
Let's get going, are you foreign or complaining only moaning
Dominican, Puerto Rican, yeah, you know they do it for me
See me in a Ferrari in my mind that thing is fun
If it had some wings, we'd be flying, we'd be soaring
Ah-ah-ah, When I'm in it I'll be thinking I don't want this thing to stop
No-o-o, But I'm thinking that you're winning if you make it to the top
Fly, That probably means you make me feel some type of way
Shoutout Miami for having so many foreign babes
[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber (Trey Songz)]
She only been here for two weeks
(Came with the girls) Came with the girls and they tryna leave with me
(She workin' hard) She workin' hard like she tryna get a visa
(The way she twerk it) The way she twerk it I just might pull out my Visa
[Chorus: Trey Songz (Justin Bieber)]
After we leave girl, you know where you going
Straight to the 'tel, you ain't leaving 'till the morning
Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's boring (that shit's boring)
American you know I had to cop that foreign (cop that foreign)
American you know I had to cop that foreign
(She got on a bad bikini, when we in the Lamborghini)
American you know I had to cop that foreign
(She from another country, but I brought her to the city with me)
I know it's never boring
American you know I had to cop that foreign
Uh huh
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Just got back from Africa, I swear I saw about 50 thousand queens
(This is the remix) Touched down in Paris, had her waiting, had her waiting for me
Like Ou la la la, oh oui oui, c'est la vie
Off up on the islands, screams turn to silence
F*ck, drink, sleep
Hit it seven days 'cause you know your man's weak
Make that body talk, know to make that thing speak, such a freak
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
And she be like "Ay que rico" when I'm going real deep though
You can give me all of them besos, just stay low, do what I say so
F*ck me now, oh damn, shawty go H.A.M, do with no hands
Got me so high, Holland, Amsterdam, Iceland , China, Tokyo, Japan
[Bridge: Trey Songz]
Don't understand what she speaks, but I break her body down, sheesh
Just like the beat, ay JB what's the word out on the street?
No matter who she's with, if she get a remix...
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
Writer: KENNETH COBY, TREMAINE NEVERSON, JOSH GILMORE, KEVIN COBY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Nana
[Intro: Trey Songz]
Put your hands in the air, yeah
(Trigga!) Put your, put your hands in the air
[Chorus: Trey Songz {DJ Tedsmooth}]
Oooh nana, look what you done started
Oooh nana, why you gotta act so naughty?
Oooh nana, I'm 'bout tpo spend all this cash
Oooh nana (Ooooooooohhhhh!!!) {TEDSMOOTH! STRAIGHT FACE! U REMEMBER!!!}
Oooh na na na, put your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na na, keep your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say it like!)
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say it like!)
[Verse 1: Maino]
Yeah! Uh! I was on her when I first laid eyes on her
Brown skin with the Wonder Woamn thighs on her
Send a text to her would you be my girlfriend?
Was in love with her 'til I seen her girlfriend (Yooo!!!!)
I want every bad bitch I see
Can't hep they wanna party with the K.O.B.
Gun 'em down I got bodies on my mattress
I'm a sucker for a big butt spanish chick
Oooh nana, Fox like +Ill Nana+
Strippers in the room still dancin for my dollars
Hands in the air if you f*ckin with no love
Shorty sent the note to me said meet me after the club like
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Oooh nana, look what you done started
Oooh nana, why you gotta act so naughty?
Oooh nana, I'm 'bout tpo spend all this cash
Oooh nana, If you keep shakin that ass
Oooh na na na, put your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na na, keep your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say it like!)
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say!)
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
You the one that's hella bad, you the one they never had! Oh yeah!
All the problems you done had, leave them broke niggas in the past yeah (Oh yeah!)
Girl you had good but I could give you better
I'll have you thinkin 'bout forever, I'm a make you say
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Oooh nana, look what you done started
Oooh nana, why you gotta act so naughty?
Oooh nana, I'm 'bout tpo spend all this cash
Oooh nana, If you keep shakin that ass
Oooh na na na, put your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na na, keep your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say it like!)
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say!)
[Bridge: Trey Songz]
(Woo!) I'm feelin lucky tonight (E'rybody say!)
When we leave this party you 'gon love me tonight (E'rybody say!)
(Hey!) You feelin lucky tonight (Tonight girl)
When we leave this party you 'gon love me tonight (Oh! Oh! Oh!)
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Oooh na na na, put your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na na, keep your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say it like!)
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say!)
[Outro: Trey Songz]
Oh oooh oooh oooh na na na na na
(Hands in the air) Na na na na na
(Hands in the air) Na na na na
(Hands in the air) Na na na na na
Hey! Ooooooooohhhhh!!! Ooooooooohhhhh!!!
Put your hands in the air, yeah
(Trigga!) Put your, put your hands in the air
[Chorus: Trey Songz {DJ Tedsmooth}]
Oooh nana, look what you done started
Oooh nana, why you gotta act so naughty?
Oooh nana, I'm 'bout tpo spend all this cash
Oooh nana (Ooooooooohhhhh!!!) {TEDSMOOTH! STRAIGHT FACE! U REMEMBER!!!}
Oooh na na na, put your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na na, keep your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say it like!)
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say it like!)
[Verse 1: Maino]
Yeah! Uh! I was on her when I first laid eyes on her
Brown skin with the Wonder Woamn thighs on her
Send a text to her would you be my girlfriend?
Was in love with her 'til I seen her girlfriend (Yooo!!!!)
I want every bad bitch I see
Can't hep they wanna party with the K.O.B.
Gun 'em down I got bodies on my mattress
I'm a sucker for a big butt spanish chick
Oooh nana, Fox like +Ill Nana+
Strippers in the room still dancin for my dollars
Hands in the air if you f*ckin with no love
Shorty sent the note to me said meet me after the club like
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Oooh nana, look what you done started
Oooh nana, why you gotta act so naughty?
Oooh nana, I'm 'bout tpo spend all this cash
Oooh nana, If you keep shakin that ass
Oooh na na na, put your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na na, keep your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say it like!)
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say!)
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
You the one that's hella bad, you the one they never had! Oh yeah!
All the problems you done had, leave them broke niggas in the past yeah (Oh yeah!)
Girl you had good but I could give you better
I'll have you thinkin 'bout forever, I'm a make you say
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Oooh nana, look what you done started
Oooh nana, why you gotta act so naughty?
Oooh nana, I'm 'bout tpo spend all this cash
Oooh nana, If you keep shakin that ass
Oooh na na na, put your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na na, keep your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say it like!)
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say!)
[Bridge: Trey Songz]
(Woo!) I'm feelin lucky tonight (E'rybody say!)
When we leave this party you 'gon love me tonight (E'rybody say!)
(Hey!) You feelin lucky tonight (Tonight girl)
When we leave this party you 'gon love me tonight (Oh! Oh! Oh!)
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Oooh na na na, put your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na na, keep your hands in the air if you're f*ckin tonight
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say it like!)
Oooh na na now na na na na na na na (E'rybody say!)
[Outro: Trey Songz]
Oh oooh oooh oooh na na na na na
(Hands in the air) Na na na na na
(Hands in the air) Na na na na
(Hands in the air) Na na na na na
Hey! Ooooooooohhhhh!!! Ooooooooohhhhh!!!
Writer: ALLEN MCGRIER, DIJON ISAIAH MCFARLANE, MARY BROCKERT, MIKELY WILHELM ADAM, SAM HOOK, TREMAINE NEVERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Touchin, Lovin
[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Woo
Yeah, Young Money
Trigga Trey
Let's get it
Burrr
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
No, I ain't tryna flex, no ceilings you can see who's in it
If we're talking about sex, girl, you know that I invented that
And I'm onto the next, that's unless you bring a friend who with it
[Pre-Chorus:]
Oh, I'm sorry, oh, you mad that I came to the party?
Like, no no no
You took your girl to the club and now she gone, gone, gone
Now she asking me when I'm taking her home, home, home
I tell her "let's go" long as you know
Cause I know when we get alone
[Chorus 1: Trey Songz]
I'm touchin' you tonight, I'm lovin' you tonight (Wait nope)
I'm f*ckin' you, girl, you must be used to spendin', putting in that time
Touchin', lovin', f*ckin', can't make up my mind
I'm lovin' you. (Wait nope) I'm f*ckin' you tonight
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Girl you f*ckin' with the best
Take a picture while I'm deep up in it
Oh-oh-oh, and if they living right next
Then I bet they know my name in a minute
Let me feel your body sweating, I promise I'll keep your body dripping
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus 1]
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Sometimes I tell 'em I love 'em because I just wanna f*ck 'em
I never love 'em, I cuff 'em and when we done I'mma duck 'em
He Ferragamo the buckle, he Louis V on the duffel
The pussy wetter than puddles, I ride his dick like a shuttle
I said real niggas let real bitches cum first
And real bitches been bad bitches from birth
Uh, k-k-kiss him when he cumming
M-m-make more money last year than Mister Drummond
Oh-oh-oh, he like it when I ride it slow
[Chorus 2: Trey Songz]
I'm touchin' you tonight, I'm lovin' you tonight (Wait nope)
I'm f*ckin' you, girl
You must be used to spendin', putting in that time
Touchin', lovin', f*ckin', can't make up my mind
Nicki, you know that I love ya, I'm loving you
And I really wanna touch ya, I'm f*cking you tonight
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
[Laughs] What you mean, "wait, no", like... what?!
You better act like you know nigga, it's Nicki Minaj!
Woo
Yeah, Young Money
Trigga Trey
Let's get it
Burrr
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
No, I ain't tryna flex, no ceilings you can see who's in it
If we're talking about sex, girl, you know that I invented that
And I'm onto the next, that's unless you bring a friend who with it
[Pre-Chorus:]
Oh, I'm sorry, oh, you mad that I came to the party?
Like, no no no
You took your girl to the club and now she gone, gone, gone
Now she asking me when I'm taking her home, home, home
I tell her "let's go" long as you know
Cause I know when we get alone
[Chorus 1: Trey Songz]
I'm touchin' you tonight, I'm lovin' you tonight (Wait nope)
I'm f*ckin' you, girl, you must be used to spendin', putting in that time
Touchin', lovin', f*ckin', can't make up my mind
I'm lovin' you. (Wait nope) I'm f*ckin' you tonight
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Girl you f*ckin' with the best
Take a picture while I'm deep up in it
Oh-oh-oh, and if they living right next
Then I bet they know my name in a minute
Let me feel your body sweating, I promise I'll keep your body dripping
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus 1]
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Sometimes I tell 'em I love 'em because I just wanna f*ck 'em
I never love 'em, I cuff 'em and when we done I'mma duck 'em
He Ferragamo the buckle, he Louis V on the duffel
The pussy wetter than puddles, I ride his dick like a shuttle
I said real niggas let real bitches cum first
And real bitches been bad bitches from birth
Uh, k-k-kiss him when he cumming
M-m-make more money last year than Mister Drummond
Oh-oh-oh, he like it when I ride it slow
[Chorus 2: Trey Songz]
I'm touchin' you tonight, I'm lovin' you tonight (Wait nope)
I'm f*ckin' you, girl
You must be used to spendin', putting in that time
Touchin', lovin', f*ckin', can't make up my mind
Nicki, you know that I love ya, I'm loving you
And I really wanna touch ya, I'm f*cking you tonight
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
[Laughs] What you mean, "wait, no", like... what?!
You better act like you know nigga, it's Nicki Minaj!
Writer: Daron Jones, Sean Combs, Christopher Wallace, Frank Brim, Robert S Kelly, Onika Maraj, Tremaine Neverson, Kevin Ross, Christopher Featherstone, William Featherstone, Matthew Featherstone
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Disrespectful
If my girl found out you was on her side of the bed she'll kill me
If your man found out I was on his side of the bed he'll go ham
If my girl found out you was wearing her robe I would probably go missing
If your man found out I was wearing his slippers, wait
I don't care about none of these niggas, none of these niggas
I don't care about none of these niggas, none of these niggas
I don't care about none of these niggas, none of these niggas
I don't care about nobody but you
Girl you so special, I don't mind bein' disrespectful
Girl you so special, we so disrespectful
Girl you can call my phone at four in the morning
Girl you can ride shotgun every time I'm rolling
Girl you can come with me to her favorite diner
She even took me home so I could meet her mama (so disrespectful)
If my man found out you were using his rubbers I'd be dead
If your girl found out you was paying my rent she'd lose her head
If my man found out I was rushing your chores he'd pull out the desert eagle
If your girl found out how good I was riding it, wait
I don't care about none of these bitches, none of these bitches
I don't care about none of these bitches, none of these bitches
I don't care about none of these bitches, none of these bitches
I don't care about nobody but you
Boy you so special, I don't mind bein' disrespectful
Boy you so special, we so disrespectful
Boy you can call my phone at four in the morning
Boy you can ride shotgun every time I'm rolling
Boy you can take me out to her favorite diner
I'll even take you home so you could meet my mama (so disrespectful)
I don't mind being a little disrespectful
You've been down for a nigga since I met you
I don't mind being a little disrespectful
Very special so I'll be disrespectful
Girl you so special, I don't mind bein' disrespectful
Girl you so special, we so disrespectful
Girl you can call my phone at four in the morning
Boy you can ride shotgun every time I'm rolling
Girl you can come with me to her favorite diner
I'll even take you home so you could meet my mama (so disrespectful)
If your man found out I was on his side of the bed he'll go ham
If my girl found out you was wearing her robe I would probably go missing
If your man found out I was wearing his slippers, wait
I don't care about none of these niggas, none of these niggas
I don't care about none of these niggas, none of these niggas
I don't care about none of these niggas, none of these niggas
I don't care about nobody but you
Girl you so special, I don't mind bein' disrespectful
Girl you so special, we so disrespectful
Girl you can call my phone at four in the morning
Girl you can ride shotgun every time I'm rolling
Girl you can come with me to her favorite diner
She even took me home so I could meet her mama (so disrespectful)
If my man found out you were using his rubbers I'd be dead
If your girl found out you was paying my rent she'd lose her head
If my man found out I was rushing your chores he'd pull out the desert eagle
If your girl found out how good I was riding it, wait
I don't care about none of these bitches, none of these bitches
I don't care about none of these bitches, none of these bitches
I don't care about none of these bitches, none of these bitches
I don't care about nobody but you
Boy you so special, I don't mind bein' disrespectful
Boy you so special, we so disrespectful
Boy you can call my phone at four in the morning
Boy you can ride shotgun every time I'm rolling
Boy you can take me out to her favorite diner
I'll even take you home so you could meet my mama (so disrespectful)
I don't mind being a little disrespectful
You've been down for a nigga since I met you
I don't mind being a little disrespectful
Very special so I'll be disrespectful
Girl you so special, I don't mind bein' disrespectful
Girl you so special, we so disrespectful
Girl you can call my phone at four in the morning
Boy you can ride shotgun every time I'm rolling
Girl you can come with me to her favorite diner
I'll even take you home so you could meet my mama (so disrespectful)
Writer: ERIC BELLINGER, TREMAINE NEVERSON, DERNST EMILE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Dead Wrong
[Hook: Trey Songz]
You know you dead wrong
Up in the club, but you left your man home
You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom
I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Pull up in a Porsche, no rental
No key, now she on me
Know the star shit f*cking with your mental
Wanna be my tenderoni?
Now we chilling poolside for the night
Hollywood sign, I ain't caught up in the lights
Trigga baby, I'mma do you right
Don't make me have to tell you twice, I
F*ck em all the time but you know I never wife em, uh
Real nigga know love, man I swear these hoes triflin', uh
But I'mma give her what she like, beat it down like Tyson, uh
It's the pretty ones that you really need to keep your eye on
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just left the show with a two piece
Dollar sign, got groupies
I'mma take her to the motherf*cking hotel
Let her do her, then do me, oh
One bad light-skinned and an Asian
I'mma stack em up like Legos
She call me papi, ain't understand Spanish
But I let her chupa on mis huevos
We be f*cking all the time but she know I'll never wife her, nah
Had her in a feeling when she see me with my white girl, ah
She act square around a nigga but when she with me she like girls, ah
It's the pretty ones that you really need to keep your eye on, oh
[Hook]
[Bridge: Trey Songz]
Who am I to judge you?
I love you whenever you're near
Bring your body here
Right now, I'mma knock it right down
Say you got a nigga? Go figure
Take another sip of this liquor
Talk a little shit, got my dick much bigger
Baby, let me tell you a lil' something 'bout Trigga
[Hook]
You know you dead wrong
You know you dead wrong
Up in the club, but you left your man home
You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom
I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Pull up in a Porsche, no rental
No key, now she on me
Know the star shit f*cking with your mental
Wanna be my tenderoni?
Now we chilling poolside for the night
Hollywood sign, I ain't caught up in the lights
Trigga baby, I'mma do you right
Don't make me have to tell you twice, I
F*ck em all the time but you know I never wife em, uh
Real nigga know love, man I swear these hoes triflin', uh
But I'mma give her what she like, beat it down like Tyson, uh
It's the pretty ones that you really need to keep your eye on
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just left the show with a two piece
Dollar sign, got groupies
I'mma take her to the motherf*cking hotel
Let her do her, then do me, oh
One bad light-skinned and an Asian
I'mma stack em up like Legos
She call me papi, ain't understand Spanish
But I let her chupa on mis huevos
We be f*cking all the time but she know I'll never wife her, nah
Had her in a feeling when she see me with my white girl, ah
She act square around a nigga but when she with me she like girls, ah
It's the pretty ones that you really need to keep your eye on, oh
[Hook]
[Bridge: Trey Songz]
Who am I to judge you?
I love you whenever you're near
Bring your body here
Right now, I'mma knock it right down
Say you got a nigga? Go figure
Take another sip of this liquor
Talk a little shit, got my dick much bigger
Baby, let me tell you a lil' something 'bout Trigga
[Hook]
You know you dead wrong
Writer: TREMAINE NEVERSON, NICK SEELEY, MATTHEW FEATHERSTONE, CHRISTOPHER FEATHERSTONE, JUSTIN FEATHERSTONE, WILLIAM FEATHERSTONE, KEVIN CHRISTOPHER ROSS, FRANK BRIM, TYRONE GRIFFIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
All We Do
Got me tied down on the way to the beach
Four bad chicks in the middle of the street
Roll right up and they all hopped in
Now we in the sand having lunch on me
Tell the girl don't let your feet get wet
We about to grab some drinks and head to my condo
You can be my weekend guest
I'm in her head so I know we're bout to get started
One thing led to the next, now she got her hands all over my body
I ain't trying to stop and I know she with it
I can see it in her eyes she been down from the beginning
And she can't leave me alone cause I drive her body crazy
I done gave her a little taste now she wanna have my babies
[Hook:]
Chilling in Miami and I met a little freak
Got three bad friends and they all on me
And me and baby girl been chilling all week
And all we do is f*ck, drink, and sleep
Yes, all we do is f*ck, drink, and sleep
All we do is f*ck, drink, and sleep
Chilling in Miami and I met a little freak
And all we do is f*ck, drink, and sleep
Now we on the balcony chilling
She loving the view and we smoke
I'm loving it too while I stroke
Got the stars looking down on us
Do it til the sunrise up
Beat, beat, beat, take a drink, go to sleep
She a freak, she can get it right up, get it right up
Man shorty like to energize up
She just wanna ride, she ain't never tired
She cooking naked, eggs and some bacon
After I eat that I treat that then eat that again, and again, and again
I ain't trying to stop and I know she with it
I can see it in her eyes she been down from the beginning
And she can't leave me alone cause I drive her body crazy
I don gave her a little taste now she wanna have my babies
[Hook]
Posted up in that 305
Yeah you know it's just me and my freak
All we do is f*ck, drink, and sleep
[x2]
[Hook]
Four bad chicks in the middle of the street
Roll right up and they all hopped in
Now we in the sand having lunch on me
Tell the girl don't let your feet get wet
We about to grab some drinks and head to my condo
You can be my weekend guest
I'm in her head so I know we're bout to get started
One thing led to the next, now she got her hands all over my body
I ain't trying to stop and I know she with it
I can see it in her eyes she been down from the beginning
And she can't leave me alone cause I drive her body crazy
I done gave her a little taste now she wanna have my babies
[Hook:]
Chilling in Miami and I met a little freak
Got three bad friends and they all on me
And me and baby girl been chilling all week
And all we do is f*ck, drink, and sleep
Yes, all we do is f*ck, drink, and sleep
All we do is f*ck, drink, and sleep
Chilling in Miami and I met a little freak
And all we do is f*ck, drink, and sleep
Now we on the balcony chilling
She loving the view and we smoke
I'm loving it too while I stroke
Got the stars looking down on us
Do it til the sunrise up
Beat, beat, beat, take a drink, go to sleep
She a freak, she can get it right up, get it right up
Man shorty like to energize up
She just wanna ride, she ain't never tired
She cooking naked, eggs and some bacon
After I eat that I treat that then eat that again, and again, and again
I ain't trying to stop and I know she with it
I can see it in her eyes she been down from the beginning
And she can't leave me alone cause I drive her body crazy
I don gave her a little taste now she wanna have my babies
[Hook]
Posted up in that 305
Yeah you know it's just me and my freak
All we do is f*ck, drink, and sleep
[x2]
[Hook]
Writer: TREMAINE NEVERSON, JOHN STEVEN MCGEE, DAVION FARRIS, FLOYD BENTLEY, ELESE RUSSELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Foreign (Remix)
That foreign (that foreign)
That foreign (that foreign)
That foreign (ooh-oh)
(Trigga, Trigga)
C-C-C-Colombiano, yeah I love that (I love that)
I love her if she speak another language (language)
She be doing things I never seen
I think I might have hit it in my dreams (come here)
She drop it, then she throw it, yeah she work it (yup)
I seen your Instagram but you look better up in person (uh huh, ayy ayy)
I think her booty fake, she say it's real though (real though)
She back it up and let me get my feel on (feel on)
She only been here for two weeks (been here for two weeks)
Came with the girls and they tryna leave with me (tryna leave with me)
She workin' hard like she tryna get a visa (get a visa)
The way she twerk it I just might pull out my Visa (just might pull out my Visa)
After we leave girl, you know where you goin' (you know where you goin')
Straight to the 'tel, you ain't leavin' 'til the mornin' (leavin' 'til the morn')
Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's borin' (that shit's borin')
American, you know I had to cop that foreign (cop that foreign)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She got on that bad bikini, when we in the Lamborghini)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She from another country, I brought her to the city with me, yeah)
No, it's never borin' (never borin')
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(Uh huh)
I hit the lot and then I leave out with a new one (uh huh)
Her ass so fat I measure that I tote a ruler
Baby wanna ask why I walk like that, don't wonder
Make that pussy rain when I bring that thunder
Shoutout Australia, way she go down under (aussie, aussie, aussie)
She only been here for two weeks (been here for two weeks)
Came with the girls and they tryna leave with me (tryna leave with me)
She workin' hard like she tryna get a visa (get a visa)
The way she twerk it I just might pull out my Visa (might pull out my Visa)
After we leave girl, you know where you goin' (you know where you goin')
Straight to the 'tel, you ain't leavin' 'til the mornin' (leavin' 'til the morn')
Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's borin' (that shit's borin')
American, you know I had to cop that foreign (cop that foreign)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She got on a that bikini, when we in the Lamborghini)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She from another country, I brought her to the city with me, yeah)
No, it's never borin' (never borin')
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
Uh huh
And she be like, "Ay que rico" when I'm going real deep though (deep though)
And you can give me all 'em besos, just stay low, do what I say so
F*ck me now, oh shit, excuse my French but I got a bad bitch
And she ain't from France but she french kiss dick
And she ain't got plans cause they get dismissed
(Uh huh)
She only been here for two weeks (for two weeks)
A different party every night, she like to drink (she love to drink)
Body language is all she's tryna speak
That's okay, that's alright, go all day, go all night, I'ma beast (woo)
After we leave girl, you know where you goin' (you know where you goin')
Straight to the 'tel, you ain't leavin' 'til the mornin' (leavin' 'til the morn')
Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's borin' (that shit's borin')
American, you know I had to cop that foreign (cop that foreign)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She got on that bad bikini, when we in the Lamborghini)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She from another country, I brought her to the city with me, yeah)
No, it's never borin' (never borin')
American, you know I had to cop that foreign (cop that foreign)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign (ooh-oh, oh-oh)
(Trigga, trigga, trigga)
(Trigga, trigga)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign (ooh-oh, oh-oh)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
That foreign (that foreign)
That foreign (ooh-oh)
(Trigga, Trigga)
C-C-C-Colombiano, yeah I love that (I love that)
I love her if she speak another language (language)
She be doing things I never seen
I think I might have hit it in my dreams (come here)
She drop it, then she throw it, yeah she work it (yup)
I seen your Instagram but you look better up in person (uh huh, ayy ayy)
I think her booty fake, she say it's real though (real though)
She back it up and let me get my feel on (feel on)
She only been here for two weeks (been here for two weeks)
Came with the girls and they tryna leave with me (tryna leave with me)
She workin' hard like she tryna get a visa (get a visa)
The way she twerk it I just might pull out my Visa (just might pull out my Visa)
After we leave girl, you know where you goin' (you know where you goin')
Straight to the 'tel, you ain't leavin' 'til the mornin' (leavin' 'til the morn')
Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's borin' (that shit's borin')
American, you know I had to cop that foreign (cop that foreign)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She got on that bad bikini, when we in the Lamborghini)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She from another country, I brought her to the city with me, yeah)
No, it's never borin' (never borin')
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(Uh huh)
I hit the lot and then I leave out with a new one (uh huh)
Her ass so fat I measure that I tote a ruler
Baby wanna ask why I walk like that, don't wonder
Make that pussy rain when I bring that thunder
Shoutout Australia, way she go down under (aussie, aussie, aussie)
She only been here for two weeks (been here for two weeks)
Came with the girls and they tryna leave with me (tryna leave with me)
She workin' hard like she tryna get a visa (get a visa)
The way she twerk it I just might pull out my Visa (might pull out my Visa)
After we leave girl, you know where you goin' (you know where you goin')
Straight to the 'tel, you ain't leavin' 'til the mornin' (leavin' 'til the morn')
Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's borin' (that shit's borin')
American, you know I had to cop that foreign (cop that foreign)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She got on a that bikini, when we in the Lamborghini)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She from another country, I brought her to the city with me, yeah)
No, it's never borin' (never borin')
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
Uh huh
And she be like, "Ay que rico" when I'm going real deep though (deep though)
And you can give me all 'em besos, just stay low, do what I say so
F*ck me now, oh shit, excuse my French but I got a bad bitch
And she ain't from France but she french kiss dick
And she ain't got plans cause they get dismissed
(Uh huh)
She only been here for two weeks (for two weeks)
A different party every night, she like to drink (she love to drink)
Body language is all she's tryna speak
That's okay, that's alright, go all day, go all night, I'ma beast (woo)
After we leave girl, you know where you goin' (you know where you goin')
Straight to the 'tel, you ain't leavin' 'til the mornin' (leavin' 'til the morn')
Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's borin' (that shit's borin')
American, you know I had to cop that foreign (cop that foreign)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She got on that bad bikini, when we in the Lamborghini)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
(She from another country, I brought her to the city with me, yeah)
No, it's never borin' (never borin')
American, you know I had to cop that foreign (cop that foreign)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign (ooh-oh, oh-oh)
(Trigga, trigga, trigga)
(Trigga, trigga)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign (ooh-oh, oh-oh)
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
American, you know I had to cop that foreign
Writer: Kenneth Coby, Tremaine Neverson, Josh Gilmore, Kevin Coby
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Late Night
[Intro: Juicy J]
Your boy Juicy J, yeah
Y'all know what it is
Better hide your girl, mane, we looking for her
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I ain't the type of nigga thinking 'bout relationships
I-I-I be on that late night shit
They going cozy for the DJ when he play the shit
They be on that late night shit
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four
Five o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boy
If you ain't the type of bitch talking 'bout relationships
Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit
On that late night shit, on that late night shit
Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit
(We on that) on that late night shit
(We on that) on that late night shit (we on that)
Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Is this all for me? It's finna be a great night
A lot of fish in the sea, I'm feeling like a great white
Girl, you got a face like oh, oh
Might wanna see you in the daytime, oh, oh
If the money don't sleep, I won't close my eyes for a second
You come first, I come second
'Bout to give you this blessin', finna teach you this lesson
Get you out of that dress and I don't know nothing 'bout affection
[Bridge:]
What's up? If you wanna spend some time
Baby, you know when the club is over, over
I'mma let you know ahead of time
Baby, I
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
All my dawgs so gon' let a dawg on
One night stand, you wake up, I'm long gone
Girl, quit playing, Juicy J can't be your man
No discussion, bitch, fiddling, f*cking then toss you with the bands
She ratchet, Dirty Diana, doing anything to get on that camera
Straight shot trying to get her Instagram up
On the internet getting niggas jammed up
Know your type the only thing I'm spending with you is the night
Turn you on it and if the face looking right I might hit it twice
Drill the chick after the club and then I sent her back
Might as well work at least the way she give me cab
She throwing that like a quarterback
Call me Warren Sapp, I tackle that
Hit me when I'm in your town, I'm smashing that
[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Hit a nigga up if you 'bout that life
Let's get f*cked up, yeah, bring your girls
Ending up on that tub, but for now we on this club
My hands all on your butt, you grabbing all on my what?
She can say, she can say, baby let 'em talk about it
You know like I know that they don't know about us
You know like I know you wanna give me all love
You know like I know so baby tell me what's up?
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
Your boy Juicy J, yeah
Y'all know what it is
Better hide your girl, mane, we looking for her
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I ain't the type of nigga thinking 'bout relationships
I-I-I be on that late night shit
They going cozy for the DJ when he play the shit
They be on that late night shit
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four
Five o'clock, six o'clock, you can hit your boy
If you ain't the type of bitch talking 'bout relationships
Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit
On that late night shit, on that late night shit
Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit
(We on that) on that late night shit
(We on that) on that late night shit (we on that)
Hit me up, hit me up on that late night shit
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Is this all for me? It's finna be a great night
A lot of fish in the sea, I'm feeling like a great white
Girl, you got a face like oh, oh
Might wanna see you in the daytime, oh, oh
If the money don't sleep, I won't close my eyes for a second
You come first, I come second
'Bout to give you this blessin', finna teach you this lesson
Get you out of that dress and I don't know nothing 'bout affection
[Bridge:]
What's up? If you wanna spend some time
Baby, you know when the club is over, over
I'mma let you know ahead of time
Baby, I
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
All my dawgs so gon' let a dawg on
One night stand, you wake up, I'm long gone
Girl, quit playing, Juicy J can't be your man
No discussion, bitch, fiddling, f*cking then toss you with the bands
She ratchet, Dirty Diana, doing anything to get on that camera
Straight shot trying to get her Instagram up
On the internet getting niggas jammed up
Know your type the only thing I'm spending with you is the night
Turn you on it and if the face looking right I might hit it twice
Drill the chick after the club and then I sent her back
Might as well work at least the way she give me cab
She throwing that like a quarterback
Call me Warren Sapp, I tackle that
Hit me when I'm in your town, I'm smashing that
[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Hit a nigga up if you 'bout that life
Let's get f*cked up, yeah, bring your girls
Ending up on that tub, but for now we on this club
My hands all on your butt, you grabbing all on my what?
She can say, she can say, baby let 'em talk about it
You know like I know that they don't know about us
You know like I know you wanna give me all love
You know like I know so baby tell me what's up?
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
Writer: MICHAEL WILLIAMS, ASHETON HOGAN, TREMAINE NEVERSON, NARADA MICHAEL WALDEN, SAMUEL JEAN, JORDAN HOUSTON, LISA FISCHER, PAUL D BEAUREGARD, RICKY DUNIGAN, LOLA CHANTRELLE MITCHELL, ROBERT EDWARD COOPER, DARNELL CARLTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Smart Phones
Oh, oh, oh, oh-aa
Oh, oh-aa, ohhh
She picks up the phone
In my head I know I'm wrong
I just want to know what she's heard
I'm pacing back and forth
Cause I know that I've been caught
Trying to think of the perfect words
So I can come to her and lie right to her face
I don't know what I'm gonna say
But I know that I'm gonna say
Whatever it takes
I'm a run to her and lie right to her face
I don't know what I'm gonna say
But I know that I'm gonna say
Whatever it takes
Time is not on our side
Cause she's waving goodbye goodbye
She's waving goodbye goodbye
Smartphones, dumb shit
I never knew I call so if she heard it all
I'm all out of luck tonight
I could say it was a joke but who am I kidding she ain't slow
Only way to make it right
Is if I come to her and lie right to her face
I don't know what I'm gonna say
But I know that I'm gonna say
Whatever it takes
I'm a run to her and lie right to her face
I don't know what I'm gonna say
But I know that I'm gonna say
Whatever it takes
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes, whatever it takes, whatever it takes, ohh girl
Smartphones, dumb shit
Don't she wave goodbye goodbye
Smartphones, dumb shit
Don't she wave goodbye goodbye
Smartphones, dumb shit, oh noo ohhh
Oh, man I got to think of something
I'm about to lose it all
I swear that shit really didn't mean nothing
It all started with a pocket call
So I'm a run to her and lie right to her face
I don't know what I'm gonna say
But I know that I'm gonna say
Whatever it takes
I'm a run to her and lie right to her face
I don't know what I'm gonna say
But I know that I'm gonna say
Whatever it takes
Time is not on our side
Cause she's waving goodbye goodbye
She's waving goodbye goodbye
Smartphones, dumb shit
Oh, oh-aa, ohhh
She picks up the phone
In my head I know I'm wrong
I just want to know what she's heard
I'm pacing back and forth
Cause I know that I've been caught
Trying to think of the perfect words
So I can come to her and lie right to her face
I don't know what I'm gonna say
But I know that I'm gonna say
Whatever it takes
I'm a run to her and lie right to her face
I don't know what I'm gonna say
But I know that I'm gonna say
Whatever it takes
Time is not on our side
Cause she's waving goodbye goodbye
She's waving goodbye goodbye
Smartphones, dumb shit
I never knew I call so if she heard it all
I'm all out of luck tonight
I could say it was a joke but who am I kidding she ain't slow
Only way to make it right
Is if I come to her and lie right to her face
I don't know what I'm gonna say
But I know that I'm gonna say
Whatever it takes
I'm a run to her and lie right to her face
I don't know what I'm gonna say
But I know that I'm gonna say
Whatever it takes
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes, whatever it takes, whatever it takes, ohh girl
Smartphones, dumb shit
Don't she wave goodbye goodbye
Smartphones, dumb shit
Don't she wave goodbye goodbye
Smartphones, dumb shit, oh noo ohhh
Oh, man I got to think of something
I'm about to lose it all
I swear that shit really didn't mean nothing
It all started with a pocket call
So I'm a run to her and lie right to her face
I don't know what I'm gonna say
But I know that I'm gonna say
Whatever it takes
I'm a run to her and lie right to her face
I don't know what I'm gonna say
But I know that I'm gonna say
Whatever it takes
Time is not on our side
Cause she's waving goodbye goodbye
She's waving goodbye goodbye
Smartphones, dumb shit
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Yes No Maybe
(Yes, no, maybe)
You used to love me
Before I even was me
You used to hug me
Lick me, suck me, kiss me, f*ck me
Kinda spent a lot of money on you
I invest in your dreams
I ain't ever fronted on you
Girl, you know what that means
(All mine, all mine, all mine
She says all mine, baby)
But somehow I knew she was a liar
She's a liar
Am I tripping? Am I bugging?
Is it over? Tell me something
You don't call me no more, who you f*cking?
Tell me what it is, tell me what I did
Where you go? Are you coming home
Any time soon?
Any time soon?
Don't do this to me baby
Yes, no, maybe
(But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back
F*ck that, you can stay wherever you at)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
(I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart?
Could've sworn that you swore, never change from the start)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
(I just wanna know, how you gon' try to help me?)
(Tell me where the f*ck would you be without me?)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
Don't do this to me, baby
Don't do this to me, baby
(I just wanna know)
Yes, no, maybe
I've been selfish
I can't help it
Whole lotta years, whole lotta tears
Bullshit that you dealt with
But you let me
And you left me
I really think that I
Could've made you my girl some day
Oh, but how foolish am I
To think that you'd have to wait?
Like you never had shit, like you ain't a bad bitch
That could get her ass kissed from a nigga mad rich
But I'm missing that lift, rolling up a spliff
Got away your tongue twist
Getting lifted, tripping off dumb shit
You the only one that could make me come quick
You know I love you
I hope he f*ck up too
Where you go?
Are you coming home any time soon?
Are you, any time soon?
Don't do this to me
Yes, no, maybe
Yes, no, maybe
(But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back
F*ck that, you can stay wherever you at)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
(I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart?
Could've sworn that you swore, never change from the start)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
(I just wanna know, how you gon' try to help me?)
(Tell me where the f*ck would you be without me?)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
Don't do this to me, baby
Don't do this to me, baby
(I just wanna know)
Yes, no, maybe
Seems like I can't have it
This could not be real
Got it off saying I was done
But when you're in love with someone
You can run it
Running back
I'm running
Running back
(But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back
F*ck that, you can stay wherever you at)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
(I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart?
Could've sworn that you swore, never change from the start)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
(How you gon' try to help me?)
(Tell me where the f*ck would you be without me?)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
Don't do this to me, baby
Don't do this to me, baby
Yes, no, maybe
You used to love me
Before I even was me
You used to hug me
Lick me, suck me, kiss me, f*ck me
Kinda spent a lot of money on you
I invest in your dreams
I ain't ever fronted on you
Girl, you know what that means
(All mine, all mine, all mine
She says all mine, baby)
But somehow I knew she was a liar
She's a liar
Am I tripping? Am I bugging?
Is it over? Tell me something
You don't call me no more, who you f*cking?
Tell me what it is, tell me what I did
Where you go? Are you coming home
Any time soon?
Any time soon?
Don't do this to me baby
Yes, no, maybe
(But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back
F*ck that, you can stay wherever you at)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
(I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart?
Could've sworn that you swore, never change from the start)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
(I just wanna know, how you gon' try to help me?)
(Tell me where the f*ck would you be without me?)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
Don't do this to me, baby
Don't do this to me, baby
(I just wanna know)
Yes, no, maybe
I've been selfish
I can't help it
Whole lotta years, whole lotta tears
Bullshit that you dealt with
But you let me
And you left me
I really think that I
Could've made you my girl some day
Oh, but how foolish am I
To think that you'd have to wait?
Like you never had shit, like you ain't a bad bitch
That could get her ass kissed from a nigga mad rich
But I'm missing that lift, rolling up a spliff
Got away your tongue twist
Getting lifted, tripping off dumb shit
You the only one that could make me come quick
You know I love you
I hope he f*ck up too
Where you go?
Are you coming home any time soon?
Are you, any time soon?
Don't do this to me
Yes, no, maybe
Yes, no, maybe
(But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back
F*ck that, you can stay wherever you at)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
(I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart?
Could've sworn that you swore, never change from the start)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
(I just wanna know, how you gon' try to help me?)
(Tell me where the f*ck would you be without me?)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
Don't do this to me, baby
Don't do this to me, baby
(I just wanna know)
Yes, no, maybe
Seems like I can't have it
This could not be real
Got it off saying I was done
But when you're in love with someone
You can run it
Running back
I'm running
Running back
(But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back
F*ck that, you can stay wherever you at)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
(I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart?
Could've sworn that you swore, never change from the start)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
(How you gon' try to help me?)
(Tell me where the f*ck would you be without me?)
I'm sorry for talking crazy
Yes, no, maybe
Don't do this to me, baby
Don't do this to me, baby
Yes, no, maybe
Writer: TREMAINE NEVERSON, DANIEL KLEIN, MATT CAMPFIELD, SAMUEL JEAN, FOREST TUCKER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Y.A.S.
She giving me the side eye, saying she ain't staying over here
Each and every time I let her down like I didn't care
Guess I got used to hearing whatever I wanted to hear
Guess I got used to feeling, like you supposed to give it here
She said she thought I was different, but now she could see it clear
[Hook 1:]
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon' say nothing, but this..
"You ain't shit", "you ain't shit", "you ain't shit"
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon' say nothing, but this..
"You ain't shit"
Guess she don't want me to hit her up no more
Guess she don't want me to beat it down no more
Maybe she's right and she's right, there's plenty girls I can call
Boy ain't you tired of this life, don't you ever get bored?
Guess I got used to hearing whatever I wanted to hear
Guess I got used to feeling, like you supposed to give it here
She said she thought I was different, but now she could see it clear
[Hook 2:]
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon say nothing, but this..
You ain't shit, that's what she said to me
Looked me dead in the eyes and said, "you ain't shit"
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon say nothing, but this..
"You ain't shit"
Half the man that you think you are, no you ain't
Nothing like all the songs you sing, I hope you change
No better than my ex, other than the sex that I'm never will forget but it's on to the next
And I know you gonna regret when I'm gone, nigga yes
You ain't even took me shopping yet
Hold up, you saying I ain't shit?
Would you even be here with me here, yeah, if I wasn't rich?
We can talk about your ex cause you were cheating on him with me
And we can talk about the sex cause that's all it'll ever be
And you know that I ain't talk girl, on you
You're not a good girl, but you try hard to be
[Hook 1]
That's how you feel?
That's how you feel?
Damn, no it's cool, you know.. It's too late for all this bullshit
You come here and you know what time it is and now you get all emotional
Now you know you've been drinking, what are you thinking?
Hey don't you hop behind that wheel girl, not tonight
You shouldn't drive, you drunk
I won't tell no lies, girl you hurt my pride
Girl you gotta give me them keys, come back inside
It ain't even that deep, why you tripping on me?
We can take it back a couple of weeks, you was just a homie
What's your problem? I check up, I check up, I check up on you like a doctor
We roll up, we smoke up, we roll up, we smoke up like rastas
And I keep you buzzing, you bussin, you bussin like doctor
You switching it up, came here to f*ck, tell me now who's the imposter?
I see how your feelings got involved
Forgot that I was supposed to run when you called
Lay down on the bed and take it off
I break you off, problem solved
Do it quick, baby strip
I get you wet as you can get, I make it drip
Won't you gon show me who's it is?
Won't you gon show me you the shit?
Crawled up in it, I'm all up in it
When I fall up in it now I got you screaming you the shit
I'm a beast, I'm a freak, she was mad at a nigga
Now she glad that a nigga got her legs in the air like this
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit
Each and every time I let her down like I didn't care
Guess I got used to hearing whatever I wanted to hear
Guess I got used to feeling, like you supposed to give it here
She said she thought I was different, but now she could see it clear
[Hook 1:]
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon' say nothing, but this..
"You ain't shit", "you ain't shit", "you ain't shit"
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon' say nothing, but this..
"You ain't shit"
Guess she don't want me to hit her up no more
Guess she don't want me to beat it down no more
Maybe she's right and she's right, there's plenty girls I can call
Boy ain't you tired of this life, don't you ever get bored?
Guess I got used to hearing whatever I wanted to hear
Guess I got used to feeling, like you supposed to give it here
She said she thought I was different, but now she could see it clear
[Hook 2:]
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon say nothing, but this..
You ain't shit, that's what she said to me
Looked me dead in the eyes and said, "you ain't shit"
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon say nothing, but this..
"You ain't shit"
Half the man that you think you are, no you ain't
Nothing like all the songs you sing, I hope you change
No better than my ex, other than the sex that I'm never will forget but it's on to the next
And I know you gonna regret when I'm gone, nigga yes
You ain't even took me shopping yet
Hold up, you saying I ain't shit?
Would you even be here with me here, yeah, if I wasn't rich?
We can talk about your ex cause you were cheating on him with me
And we can talk about the sex cause that's all it'll ever be
And you know that I ain't talk girl, on you
You're not a good girl, but you try hard to be
[Hook 1]
That's how you feel?
That's how you feel?
Damn, no it's cool, you know.. It's too late for all this bullshit
You come here and you know what time it is and now you get all emotional
Now you know you've been drinking, what are you thinking?
Hey don't you hop behind that wheel girl, not tonight
You shouldn't drive, you drunk
I won't tell no lies, girl you hurt my pride
Girl you gotta give me them keys, come back inside
It ain't even that deep, why you tripping on me?
We can take it back a couple of weeks, you was just a homie
What's your problem? I check up, I check up, I check up on you like a doctor
We roll up, we smoke up, we roll up, we smoke up like rastas
And I keep you buzzing, you bussin, you bussin like doctor
You switching it up, came here to f*ck, tell me now who's the imposter?
I see how your feelings got involved
Forgot that I was supposed to run when you called
Lay down on the bed and take it off
I break you off, problem solved
Do it quick, baby strip
I get you wet as you can get, I make it drip
Won't you gon show me who's it is?
Won't you gon show me you the shit?
Crawled up in it, I'm all up in it
When I fall up in it now I got you screaming you the shit
I'm a beast, I'm a freak, she was mad at a nigga
Now she glad that a nigga got her legs in the air like this
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit
Writer: TREMAINE NEVERSON, CHRISTOPHER UMANA, UFORO IMEH EBONG, SAMUEL JEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Change Your Mind
Pretty pretty girls all around the world
Pretty pretty girls all around the world
I know that what you heard ain't fact
Cause people gone say shit
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
You're different from all of these women
But do you believe it
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Ain't by chance that we're here
Only got one life to live so let me change your mind
You saying I'm bad for you that's fine
Sometimes bad is a good time
Don't you be shy
Let me change your mind
You never had a one night only
But you don't need to be lonely
Come get to know me
Let me change your mind
Your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind (Oh)
Your mind, your mind
Let me change your mind
Your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind (Oh)
Your mind, your mind
Let me change your mind
I feel you but it won't kill you
To let me get near you
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Your lipstick eat my kisses
So baby stop tripping
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Ain't by chance that we're here, girl
Only got one life to live so let me change your mind
You saying I'm bad for you that's fine
Sometimes bad is a good time
Don't you be shy
Let me change your mind
You never had a one night only
But you don't need to be lonely
Come get to know me
Let me change your mind
Your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind (Oh)
Your mind, your mind
Let me change your mind
Your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind (Oh)
Your mind, your mind
Let me change your mind
Pretty pretty girls all around the world
I just wanna take my time
Pretty pretty girls all around the world (Let me change your mind)
I just wanna change your mind
Pretty pretty girls all around the world
I just wanna take my time
Pretty pretty girls maybe you could
Let me change your mind
You saying I'm bad for you that's fine
Sometimes bad is a good time
Don't you be shy
Let me change your mind
You never had a one night only
But you don't need to be lonely
Come get to know me
Let me change your mind
Your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind (Oh)
Your mind, your mind
Let me change your mind
Your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind (Oh)
Your mind, your mind
Let me change your mind
Pretty pretty girls all around the world
Pretty pretty girls maybe you could
Let me change your mind
Pretty pretty girls all around the world
I know that what you heard ain't fact
Cause people gone say shit
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
You're different from all of these women
But do you believe it
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Ain't by chance that we're here
Only got one life to live so let me change your mind
You saying I'm bad for you that's fine
Sometimes bad is a good time
Don't you be shy
Let me change your mind
You never had a one night only
But you don't need to be lonely
Come get to know me
Let me change your mind
Your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind (Oh)
Your mind, your mind
Let me change your mind
Your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind (Oh)
Your mind, your mind
Let me change your mind
I feel you but it won't kill you
To let me get near you
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Your lipstick eat my kisses
So baby stop tripping
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Ain't by chance that we're here, girl
Only got one life to live so let me change your mind
You saying I'm bad for you that's fine
Sometimes bad is a good time
Don't you be shy
Let me change your mind
You never had a one night only
But you don't need to be lonely
Come get to know me
Let me change your mind
Your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind (Oh)
Your mind, your mind
Let me change your mind
Your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind (Oh)
Your mind, your mind
Let me change your mind
Pretty pretty girls all around the world
I just wanna take my time
Pretty pretty girls all around the world (Let me change your mind)
I just wanna change your mind
Pretty pretty girls all around the world
I just wanna take my time
Pretty pretty girls maybe you could
Let me change your mind
You saying I'm bad for you that's fine
Sometimes bad is a good time
Don't you be shy
Let me change your mind
You never had a one night only
But you don't need to be lonely
Come get to know me
Let me change your mind
Your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind (Oh)
Your mind, your mind
Let me change your mind
Your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind (Oh)
Your mind, your mind
Let me change your mind
Pretty pretty girls all around the world
Pretty pretty girls maybe you could
Let me change your mind
Writer: MARCOS PALACIOS, ERNEST CLARK, TREMAINE NEVERSON, MARK GOODCHILD, JAMES ABRAHART, ERIK JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Whats Best For You
Don't make this hard for me
It's not about who's right or wrong, no
If it's how it's supposed to, really supposed to be
Then this love will carry on, girl
If we leave how we began
Then just know, that
[Hook:]
I only want what's best for you
It's not what's good for me
It's not about what I want
But it's all about what you need
I want what's best for you
But I don't want you to leave
It's not about what I want
But it's all about what you need
I want what's best for you
Cause you're the sweetest thing I know
If I said I loved you, really loved you so
Then I could let you go
Doesn't mean I'm giving up, no
So just know that
[Hook]
I want whats best for you
Don't matter how bad it feels
Don't matter how much it hurts
You deserve your worth
I only want whats best
I don't wanna tell no lies
I don't wanna make you cry
I only want whats best
[Hook x2]
It's not about who's right or wrong, no
If it's how it's supposed to, really supposed to be
Then this love will carry on, girl
If we leave how we began
Then just know, that
[Hook:]
I only want what's best for you
It's not what's good for me
It's not about what I want
But it's all about what you need
I want what's best for you
But I don't want you to leave
It's not about what I want
But it's all about what you need
I want what's best for you
Cause you're the sweetest thing I know
If I said I loved you, really loved you so
Then I could let you go
Doesn't mean I'm giving up, no
So just know that
[Hook]
I want whats best for you
Don't matter how bad it feels
Don't matter how much it hurts
You deserve your worth
I only want whats best
I don't wanna tell no lies
I don't wanna make you cry
I only want whats best
[Hook x2]
Writer: TREMAINE NEVERSON, TROY TAYLOR, BRANDON ALEXANDER HODGE, KEVIN CHRISTOPHER ROSS, EDRICK MILES, EZEKIEL LEWIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Love Around The World
Baby girl I left a piece of my heart
In New York (In New York), in L.A (In L.A.)
Baby 'cause I left a piece of my heart
In Paris (In Paris), in London
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
Love around the world
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
One too many girls
I can't expect to give you my heart, to give you my mind
To give you my soul, give you my everything
When I already gave it to her
I can't expect to give you my heart, to give you my mind
To give you my soul, give you my everything
When I already gave it to her
No
Baby girl I left a piece of my heart
In New York (In New York), in L.A (In L.A.)
Baby 'cause I left a piece of my heart
In Paris, in London
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
Love around the world
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
One too many girls
When I touched down, take off in your city
Check in the hotel, better be on your way like ooh ooh
She love me so
Give it all to me before I go
Girl I'm just letting you know
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
Love around the world
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
One too many girls
I can't expect to give you my heart, to give you my mind
To give you my soul, give you my everything
When I already gave it to her, no
I can't expect to give you my heart, to give you my mind
To give you my soul, give you my everything
When I already gave it to her, no
Baby girl I left a piece of my heart
In New York (In New York), in L.A (In L.A.)
Baby 'cause I left a piece of my heart
In Paris (In Paris), in London
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
Love around the world
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
One too many girls
In New York (In New York), in L.A (In L.A.)
Baby 'cause I left a piece of my heart
In Paris (In Paris), in London
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
Love around the world
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
One too many girls
I can't expect to give you my heart, to give you my mind
To give you my soul, give you my everything
When I already gave it to her
I can't expect to give you my heart, to give you my mind
To give you my soul, give you my everything
When I already gave it to her
No
Baby girl I left a piece of my heart
In New York (In New York), in L.A (In L.A.)
Baby 'cause I left a piece of my heart
In Paris, in London
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
Love around the world
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
One too many girls
When I touched down, take off in your city
Check in the hotel, better be on your way like ooh ooh
She love me so
Give it all to me before I go
Girl I'm just letting you know
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
Love around the world
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
One too many girls
I can't expect to give you my heart, to give you my mind
To give you my soul, give you my everything
When I already gave it to her, no
I can't expect to give you my heart, to give you my mind
To give you my soul, give you my everything
When I already gave it to her, no
Baby girl I left a piece of my heart
In New York (In New York), in L.A (In L.A.)
Baby 'cause I left a piece of my heart
In Paris (In Paris), in London
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
Love around the world
I've made love
Love around the world, love around the world
One too many girls
Writer: Eric Bellinger, Ernest Clark, Kevin Randolph, Marcos Palacios, Mark Pellizzer, Tremaine Neverson, Joseph Bereal
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Know (Can't Get Back)
I know, I know, I know
I never had time for you
Spending my nights, caught in that life
The hell am I supposed to do
When everything wrong, feels so right?
I, been losing the fight with my ego
Girl to the right won't let me go
Making it hard on a nigga
To look away and turn it down
And I've been drinking way too much to be thinking about love
To be thinking about us, so I'ma pour another cup
And I can't leave this club alone, so it ain't about trust
I got a reputation, good or bad, so what, I gotta keep it up
I've been living my life in these clubs
I've been giving my life to these girls
The bright lights like drugs
The fast life don't slow up
Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I get it
I know, I know, I know I know
I know, yeah, I know, yeah
I've been living my life in these clubs
I've been giving my life to these girls
The bright lights like drugs
The fast life don't slow up
Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I get it
I know, I know, I know I know
I know, yeah, I know, yeah
There's some things I can't get back, yeah
It's some things I can't get back, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
There's some things I can't get back
I know, I know, I know, I know
There's some things I can't get back
If you're looking for love, you won't find it here
I've had my share of that life
But I never have time to give
'Cause I always spread myself thin
I'm losing the fight with my ego
It's like you won't let me go
And you're making it hard on a nigga
To look away and turn it down
And I've been drinking way too much to be thinking about love
To be thinking about us, so I'ma pour another cup
And I can't leave this club alone, so it ain't about trust
I got a reputation, good or bad, so what, I gotta keep it up
I've been living my life in these clubs
I've been giving my life to these girls
The bright lights like drugs
The fast life don't slow up
Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I get it
I know, I know, I know I know
I know, yeah, I know, yeah
I've been living my life in these clubs
I've been giving my life to these girls
The bright lights like drugs
The fast life don't slow up
Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I get it
I know, I know, I know I know
I know, yeah, I know, yeah
There's some things I can't get back, yeah
It's some things I can't get back, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
There's some things I can't get back
I know, I know, I know, I know
There's some things I can't get back
There's some things I can't get back, yeah
It's some things I can't get back, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
There's some things I can't get back
I know, I know, I know, I know
There's some things I can't get back
I never had time for you
Spending my nights, caught in that life
The hell am I supposed to do
When everything wrong, feels so right?
I, been losing the fight with my ego
Girl to the right won't let me go
Making it hard on a nigga
To look away and turn it down
And I've been drinking way too much to be thinking about love
To be thinking about us, so I'ma pour another cup
And I can't leave this club alone, so it ain't about trust
I got a reputation, good or bad, so what, I gotta keep it up
I've been living my life in these clubs
I've been giving my life to these girls
The bright lights like drugs
The fast life don't slow up
Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I get it
I know, I know, I know I know
I know, yeah, I know, yeah
I've been living my life in these clubs
I've been giving my life to these girls
The bright lights like drugs
The fast life don't slow up
Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I get it
I know, I know, I know I know
I know, yeah, I know, yeah
There's some things I can't get back, yeah
It's some things I can't get back, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
There's some things I can't get back
I know, I know, I know, I know
There's some things I can't get back
If you're looking for love, you won't find it here
I've had my share of that life
But I never have time to give
'Cause I always spread myself thin
I'm losing the fight with my ego
It's like you won't let me go
And you're making it hard on a nigga
To look away and turn it down
And I've been drinking way too much to be thinking about love
To be thinking about us, so I'ma pour another cup
And I can't leave this club alone, so it ain't about trust
I got a reputation, good or bad, so what, I gotta keep it up
I've been living my life in these clubs
I've been giving my life to these girls
The bright lights like drugs
The fast life don't slow up
Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I get it
I know, I know, I know I know
I know, yeah, I know, yeah
I've been living my life in these clubs
I've been giving my life to these girls
The bright lights like drugs
The fast life don't slow up
Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I get it
I know, I know, I know I know
I know, yeah, I know, yeah
There's some things I can't get back, yeah
It's some things I can't get back, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
There's some things I can't get back
I know, I know, I know, I know
There's some things I can't get back
There's some things I can't get back, yeah
It's some things I can't get back, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
There's some things I can't get back
I know, I know, I know, I know
There's some things I can't get back
Writer: Dante Carter, Paul Chadwick Norman, Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Trevon Waters, Troy Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Vydia, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Vydia, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mr. Steal Your Girl
Baby I'mma be straight up
Don't waste no time
I know you ain't my, you ain't my baby
Do you think about us
Do I cross your mind anytime
I know that you, you're taken
It'll never change
'Cause it's always been that way
But you know that you
Can't fake it
He can't give you what I got here right now
Girl I know what you want
No phones, we ain't even gotta talk
Next time that he leave you all alone
I'm gon' come through, replace him
I'm gonna watch you
Get naked
I'm gonna tell you
Girl take it
Next time that he leave you all alone
I'll give you all the love he not
I'm about to take his spot
Let your man know that
Mr. Steal Your Girl is back
So let your man know that
Mr. Steal Your Girl is back, back
Baby let me tell you what's up
I don't trust that nigga, f*ck that nigga
Stop bringing him up
Baby, I ain't never gave no f*cks
One f*ck's too much, unless you're talking about us
But I know that you taken
It'll never change
'Cause it's always been that way
But you know that you
Can't fake it
He can't give you what I got here right now
Girl I know what you want
No phones, we ain't even gotta talk
Next time that he leave you all alone
I'm gon' come through, replace him
I'm gonna watch you
Get naked
I'm gonna tell you
Girl take it
Next time that he leave you all alone
I'll give you all the love he not
I'm about to take his spot
Let your man know that
Mr. Steal Your Girl is back
So let your man know that
Mr. Steal Your Girl is back
I'm back
I'm gonna watch you get naked
I'm gonna tell you to take it
Let your man know that
Mr. Steal Your Girl is back
So let your man know that
Mr. Steal Your Girl is back, I'm back
Don't waste no time
I know you ain't my, you ain't my baby
Do you think about us
Do I cross your mind anytime
I know that you, you're taken
It'll never change
'Cause it's always been that way
But you know that you
Can't fake it
He can't give you what I got here right now
Girl I know what you want
No phones, we ain't even gotta talk
Next time that he leave you all alone
I'm gon' come through, replace him
I'm gonna watch you
Get naked
I'm gonna tell you
Girl take it
Next time that he leave you all alone
I'll give you all the love he not
I'm about to take his spot
Let your man know that
Mr. Steal Your Girl is back
So let your man know that
Mr. Steal Your Girl is back, back
Baby let me tell you what's up
I don't trust that nigga, f*ck that nigga
Stop bringing him up
Baby, I ain't never gave no f*cks
One f*ck's too much, unless you're talking about us
But I know that you taken
It'll never change
'Cause it's always been that way
But you know that you
Can't fake it
He can't give you what I got here right now
Girl I know what you want
No phones, we ain't even gotta talk
Next time that he leave you all alone
I'm gon' come through, replace him
I'm gonna watch you
Get naked
I'm gonna tell you
Girl take it
Next time that he leave you all alone
I'll give you all the love he not
I'm about to take his spot
Let your man know that
Mr. Steal Your Girl is back
So let your man know that
Mr. Steal Your Girl is back
I'm back
I'm gonna watch you get naked
I'm gonna tell you to take it
Let your man know that
Mr. Steal Your Girl is back
So let your man know that
Mr. Steal Your Girl is back, I'm back
Writer: SAMUEL JEAN, TREMAINE NEVERSON, JULIUS RIVERA III
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Trigga is the sixth studio album by American singer Trey Songz. It was released on July 1, 2014, by Songbook and Atlantic Records. The album serves as the follow-up to the singer's fifth studio album Chapter V (2012). Trey Songz enlisted a variety of record producers such as DJ Mustard, Mike Will Made It, Da Internz, Soundz, Dun Deal, The Featherstones, D'Mile and The Insomniakz, among others.
Musically, Trigga is a hip hop-influenced R&B album, with its topics focusing on promiscuity and infidelity. The album was met with positive reviews from critics, who praised Trigga's musicality and brazenness. The album fared well commercially, debuting at number one on the US Billboard 200.
The album was supported by six official singles: "Na Na", "SmartPhones", "Foreign", "Change Your Mind", "What's Best for You", and "Touchin, Lovin" featuring Nicki Minaj. Trigga has been available in a repackaged version, titled Trigga Reloaded, as of June 2015.
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Trey SongzMusically, Trigga is a hip hop-influenced R&B album, with its topics focusing on promiscuity and infidelity. The album was met with positive reviews from critics, who praised Trigga's musicality and brazenness. The album fared well commercially, debuting at number one on the US Billboard 200.
The album was supported by six official singles: "Na Na", "SmartPhones", "Foreign", "Change Your Mind", "What's Best for You", and "Touchin, Lovin" featuring Nicki Minaj. Trigga has been available in a repackaged version, titled Trigga Reloaded, as of June 2015.
Genre(s): R&B, hip hop
Length: 54:38
Released: July 1st, 2014
Year: 2014