Trey Songz

Trey Songz - Right Above It lyrics

rate me

nd she keep tellin' me; you know you the shit

Ladies throw your hands up, that's if you the shit

Walk up in the club and they knew I was the shit

Shittin' 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 shit, hands where ya hearts are

Matter fact, salute the shit, hands where ya parts are

Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know what their parts are

I get brain in the whip, who needs a smart car?

Call me when it's real beef, fuck alla this tartar

Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for when they start cars

They just talkin' out they ass, those are fart bars

I bring the toaster wherever you pop tarts are

Play with funeral, getcha ass burried

You should shut you fruity ass up, raspberry

Just got that Rolls Royce

So this black man,

Got bitches chasin' a ghost; Ms. Pacman

I know y'all listenin'

I trace all taps

I buyin' Audemars to match my baseball caps

White and navy joint

Let's watch the Yankees

I'm gettin' big deposits

You gettin' bank fees

You lil nigga just remember that you ain't me

Write ya award speech and don't forget to thank me

Yeah

What an I to do now?

They try to be me on wax

These fuckin' Madame Tussauds

And you know I'm the shit

And you know it don't matter whatchu think about, bitch

'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me

Ladies askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

Ain't nobody getting' married, but I am the best man

I will be the greatest

I can't except nuttin' less than

I had eight of 'em

And that's just in a section

They all swallow and gobble; call it digestion

Women dance on my sac; call it dickonics

The shit read lips until it's hooked on phonic

I'ma brag at ya shawty; you know I probably had her

I'ma born star

Porn star; she's a ghetto gagger

Rockin' platinum, I never got the plaque

Still I drop 30 grand up at Sacs

I made it out, nigga

You know how the hood be

I got the game sewed up like some good weed

You got it all fucked up like a lace front

I got the girls gettin' low like a bass drum

I got some rich shit

You on a bitch trip

Grab ya purse, nigga

Get ya lipstick

I'm suck a dickhead

They call me arrogant

One question... what the fuck you starin' at?

I'm the shit, boy

You can ask ya home girl

I'm gon' hold yours... that's until I get my own girl

And you know I'm the shit

And you know it don't matter whatchu think about, bitch

'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me

Ladies askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

I made 'em a believer, now my head big; Gina

Like 'em with they ass big; Trina

Beat it up in private, and they like it

So I'm Ikein', call 'em Tina

Me, her and her girlfriend

They dykin'; have you seen 'em?

I swear I'm doper then these mu'fuckas realize

Hit the club; all balck

Like seal eyes

I am hell on earth

I'm tryna live in heaven

Come fly wit me; MJ 2K11

Look in the mirror and it's clearer than it has been

I talk shit to the homie like he my glass twin

I say "don't let the get ahead of me

They want them instead of me, but I'm so much better

Aye, you know how it better be

I'ma sail past niggas; cruise to a better sea

Same light, same night, but I'm in a better B

Plus my hoe hotter than Huxtable sweater be

And she talk dirty like a thrown away berretta be

Now come and fuck wit 'I'm

And if you don't really, I don't give a fuck, nigga

I'm on

So catch me if you can

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

Shout out to the girls in the club shakin' asses

Shout out to the hood

And with the furniture with plastic

Now we carry wads of the cash in the plastic

I got this whole shit mastered

And you know I'm the shit

And you know it don't matter whatchu think about, bitch

'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me

Ladies askin' questions 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 askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

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