Artist: Trey Songz Album: #lemmeholdatbeat2 (2011) Title: Headlines
Lyrics HeadlinesTrigga's home Trigga's home
I hit ya city and I'm looking for some talent I need a pretty young thing that could blow I found it girl, your mouth is so outstanding Never got wet until a n*gga just drowned it And b*tch n*ggas be hating cause the b*tches all around 'em World wide, girls eyes mesmerized, bezel shine Future mine, present mine, Rollie tell me present time If you ever hear I'm big headed that's just my heaven mind Uh huh, I'm fly as f*ck, you the back of the Delta line I'm focused potent and dope as Colombian Coke, no joke I'm so cold it's been (?) time since hmm.. ready time I got bars for life, Martin and Eddy time Dinner alone, so some opus and spaghetti's fine Yeah that's red wine, headline Say I'm engaged on the internet, they're lyin' 5 tours in 2 years, I heard they paid a n*gga straight Plus I stay up in some pussy tryna say a n*gga gay But I learn though, haters gon' hate But a hater never ate a scrape off of my plate Black head ass n*ggas get the f*ck out my face Keep my d*ck up in your mouths so it's f*ck what you say Keep ya b*tch up in the house 'fore she sucking on Trey She lied when she reply they ain't got nothing on me But she try, her mouth was wide I ain't wan' nut on my sheets I told 'em I was scrotum, I go nut on these beats Why these lousy muthaf*ckas keep speaking on me Drowsy muthaf*ckas keep sleeping on me They say I'm fallin' off I guess we just gon' see You n*ggas wack songs keep leakin' on me
It's Trey ho It's Trey ho It's Trey ho
They know, they know, they know That the real is on the rise F*ck them other guys Take whoever beat and eat 'em like a pizza pie They know, they know..
This money makin' my conversation He talking blatant, he probably fakin' I wake a bake, I eat Steak 'n Shake But I take the cake to my paper date This super flow and it activate You stupid hoes just master hate Different club the same whores, I'm bored I had to skate Now I'm somewhere makin' that mattress break You somewhere gettin' your masturbate on Said I was gone well I'm back today Ain't have to wait long Can't believe a n*gga will still say Trigga Trey can't rap today Wrong! Cause I know a n*gga still will kill on any n*gga track today, Songz What I learn though, haters gon' hate, But a hater never ate a scrape off of my plate Boy I made it plus I'm faded, I be stuntin' all day It's okay you should just say it, you was frontin' on Trey It's a movie, it's a massacre and I'm bout to be leatherface Leave you n*ggas stuck with the "I could be doing better face" I only said that cause I'm f*ckin' with this movie shit And really truthfully, that ain't got shit to do with shit But shit, why they got me like this Record labels try to make a carbon copy like this They heard where I was staying now the lobby's like this They sayin' Trigga bodied this b*tch but that's something Trey know,
Trey know, Trey know, Trey know It's Trey ho They know, they know, they know
Haters gon' hate, but a hater never ate a scrape off of my plate Black head ass n*ggas get the f*ck outta my face Keep my d*ck up in ya mouth so it's f*ck what you say
They know! |