Right Above It- Trey Songz ft. Fabolous (Triggamix)
*I do not own this video*

Lyrics:

[Trey Songz]
And she keeps telling me
You know you're the shit
Ladies through your hands up
That's if you're the shit
Walk up in the club
And they knew I was the shit
Shittin on everybody
That's up in this bitch
Yeah
You know you're the sh-t (4x)
Cause i know im the shit

[Fabolous]
Glad you leave us to the shit
Hands where your hearts are
Matter fact's salute this shit
Hands where your parts are
Still make a fucking movie
Girl knows what their parts are
I can brade in the whip who needs a smart car
Call me when this real be
Fuck on all this hard talk
Niggers don't touch keys
Except for when they start cars
They just talking out they ass those are fart bars
I bring the toaster wherever your part tarts are
Play with funeral
Get your ass burried
You should shut your fruity ass up raspberry
Just got that Rolls Royce, so this black man
Got bitches chasin a ghost Ms Pacman
I know you're listening
I trace all tabs
I'm buyin them auto malls to match my baseball caps
White and navy join
Let's watch the Yankees
I'm getting big deposits
You're getting bank fees
You little nigger just remember that you ain't me
Write your award speech, don't forget to thank me
Yeah
And what am I to do now?
They try to be me on wax this fuckin Madame Tussauds

[Hook]
And you know I'm the shit
And you know it don't matter what you think about it bitch
Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody
Ain't nobody like me
Ladies askin questions like " trigga one night please? "

[Trey Songz]
Ain't nobody getting married
But I am the best man
I will be the greatest
I can accept nothin less than
I had eight of them and that's just in the section
They all swallow and gobble call it digestion
Women dance on my sack call it dickonyx
the shit read lips till it's hookd on vomit
I'm gonna brag at you shorty
I'm a bragga ya shawty you kno I prolly had her
I'm a born star porn star
She's a ghetto gagger
Rocking platinum
I never got the plaque
Still I drop thirty grand up the sacks uh
I made it out nigger
You know the hood be
I got the game sewed up
Like some good weave
You got it all fucked up like a lacefront
I got the girls getting low like a bass drum
I'm on some rich shit
You on a bicth trip
Grab your purse nigger
With your lipstick
I'm such a dickhead they call me arrogant
One question, what the fuck you staring at?
I'm the shit boy
You can act your home girl
I'mma hold yours
Thats until I get my own girl

[Hook]
And you know I'm the shit
And you know it don't matter what you think about it bitch
Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody
Ain't nobody like me
Ladies askin questions like " trigga one night please? "

свернуть