Trey Songz

Trey Songz - Right Above It (Triggamix) lyrics

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She keeps telling me

You know you the shit

Ladies through your hands up

That's if you the shit

Walk up in the club

And they knew I was the shit

Shiting on everybody

That's up in this bitch

You know you the shit

You know you the shit

You know you the shit

You know you the shit

I know I'm the shit



Pledge allegiance to the the shit

Hands where your hearts are

Matter fact salute this shit

Hands were your parts are

Still make a fucking movie

Girl knows what their parts are

I get brain in the whip who needs a smart car



Pledge allegiance to the the shit

Hands where your hearts are

Matter fact salute this shit

Hands were your parts are

Still make a fucking 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

Fuck all this .. talk

Niggas don't touch keys

Except for when they start cars

They just talking out their ass those are fart bars

I bring the toaster wherever you Pop-Tarts are

Play with funeral get your ass buried

You should shut your fruity ass up raspberry

I still got that Rolls Royce, so this black man

Got bitches 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 niggas 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



And you know I'm the shit

And you know it don't matter what you think about it bitch

'Cus ain't nobody ain't nobody ain't nobody like me

Ladies asking question like Trigga one night please



Ain't nobody 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 dick onyx

Shit 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 porn 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 nigga you know how the hood be

I got the game sold up like some good weed

You got it all fucked up like a lace front

I got the girls getting low like a bass drum

I'm on some rich shit

You on a bitch trip

Grab your purse nigga

Here's your lipstick

I'm such a dick head

They call me arrogant

One question

What the fuck are you staring at?

I am the shit boy

You can ask your home girl

I'm a hold yours

That's until I get my own girl



And you know I'm the shit

And you know it don't matter what you think about it bitch

'Cus ain't nobody ain't nobody ain't nobody like me

Ladies asking question like Trigga one night please



I made em a believer

Now my head big Gina

Like em with there ass 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 fuckers realize

Hit the club all black, like seal eyes

I am hell 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 shit to the homie like he my glass 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 pass niggas 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 fuck with him

And if ya don't I don't really give a fuck nigga

I'm on, so catch me if ya can

And if you ain't know I don't really give a damn

Shout out to all the girls in the clubs shaking asses 

Shout out to hood and the furniture with plastic

Now we carry wads of the cash and plastic

I got this whole shit mastered



And you know I'm the shit

And you know it don't matter what you think about it bitch

'Cus ain't nobody ain't nobody ain't nobody like me

Ladies asking question like Trigga one night please

Ain't nobody ain't nobody ain't nobody like me

Ain't nobody ain't nobody ain't nobody like me

Ain't nobody ain't nobody ain't nobody like me

Ladies asking question like Trigga one night please
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