Trey Songz - Bad News lyrics

rate me

Oh, Okay, the news just came in

You got your main is, now I'm grabbing, I' m a needy

I' m the man with the drink

But whata nigga think, ain't shit changed but the color of the leaves

Still em all go hard, I like my dick in your broad

If you hate that, you can put my dick in yo jaws

And don' t waste that, I will never loose because the lord is favor

Uh, take that. I've been doing more pain from the game

More strain on the brain and I thought I could sustain

Daddy just died, as I bring my daddy close to me

We gon ride out, drive it up, that's how it' s supposed to be

Life too short for me to worry about your thugs.

God judge me, I give a fuck about the court

Plus y' all all felt like shaggy was on the court

Don t talk shit now, he ain't backing up before

But y' all can' t stop me from reaching my goals

You gave behind hell looking through a peep hole.

Tired as a nnnn, I don't never sleep no.

Play the game to win, I'll never cheat though.

Sometimes it seems I will never beat though.

Still how you earn a blow like, C4.

Man they get to take me, no reaper

Man they get to face me, no equal

Fire underneath, T focal my lip

Under your shit like I'm under my pits.

Photograph me in a picture with a pig

That the women love me like it doesn' t exist

Suicide songs I slit my wrists

Suicide knows I'm gonna whip my shit

Do as I can, true as I am, old niggas can never be as new as I am.

I ain't sayin the same man, life about evolving.

Many aren' t does the who havent grown as much as Arwin.

Such as this Spartan, triggers such a problem

Ain't no mathamatic to equate to where I saw them

Word is I'm cold, and they just wanna defrost him

Word that my boats and my songs that are awesome

But I don't float, my body on coast, which one pick one

I'll probably and a touch down, just bought a seven knife

And a touch down, thoughts running like a man

Trying to get his gut down

Daydreaming, and my aborted daughters

Trying to put my best foot forward and balance

Like a skater would, searching for a greater good

Running through my old neighborhood, out the door

Reefs, it was Christmas time, 40 chrome piece with a clip inside

Out of yo reach, Salvatore feet

How you doing beats that I'm killing so sweet

Sick of niggas hating, quit deliberating

This anti-climatic how your antiques are average or more ass

Said you got it all back, whos to trace I'm saying.

But your man has all assests

Bastards, bastards.