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letra de right above it - trey songz

[intro:]
and she keep tellin me you know you the sh-t
ladies throw ya hands up that’s if you the sh-t
walk up in the club & they knew i was the sh-t
sh-ttin on err’body that’s up in this b-tch

[fabolous:]
pledge alegence to the sh-t, hands where ya hearts are
matter fact salute the sh-t, hands where ya parts are
still make a f-ckin movie, girls gon want they parts on
i get brain in the whip. who needs a smart car?
call me when it’s real beef, f-ck all of this hardd talk
n-ggas dnt touch keys cept for when they start cars
they jus talkn out they -ss those are fart bars
i bring the toaster where ever you pop tarts are
play with funerals get cha -ss burried, you should shut your fruity -ss up raspberry
jus got that rolls royce so this black man, got b-tches chasin a ghost ms. pacman
i know ya’ll listenin i trace all tabs
i’m buyin audemars to match my baseball caps
white & navy joint, let’s watch the yankees
i’m gettin big deposits, you gettin bank fees
you lil n-ggas jus remember that you ain’t me
write your award speach & don’t forget to thank me
what am i to do know?
they try to be me on wax at madame tussauds

[hook:]
and you know i’m the sh-t, and you know i don’t care what you think about it b-tch
cause ain’t n0body, ain’t n0body, ain’t n0body like me
ladies askin questions like ” trigga one night please? ”

[trey songz:]
ain’t n0body gettin married, but i am the best man
i will be the greatest, i will except nothin less than
i had 8 of em and that’s just in a section, they all swallow & gobble call it digestion
women dance on my sack call it d-ckonyx, the sh-t read lips till it’s hookd on vomit
i’m a bragga ya shawty you kno i prolly had her
i’m a born star, p-rn star, shes a ghetto gagger
rockin platinum, i never got the plaque
still i drop 30 grand up at saks
i made it out n-gga you know how the hood be
i got the game sewed up like some good weave
you got it all f-cked up like a lacefront
i got the girls gettin low like a base drum
i’m on some rich sh-t, you on a b-tch trip, grab ya purse n-gga with cha lipstick
i’m such a d-ckheadd, they call me arogant
one question… what the f-ck you starein at?
i’m the sh-tt boy you can ask ya home girl, i’m a hold yours that’s until i get my own girl

trey:
i made em a believer now my head big gina
like em with they -ss big trina
beat it up in private & they like it so i’m ike & call em tina
me, her & her girlfriend and they dikin have you seen em?
i swear i’m doper then these muhhf-ckas realize
hit he club all black like seal eyes
i am h-ll on earth, i’m trynna live in heaven
come fly with me mj2k11
look in the mirror & it’s clearer than it has been
i talk sh-t to the homie like he my gl-ss twin
i say don’t let them get a head 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 p-ss n-ggas cruise to a better sea
same light, same night, but i’m in a better vee
plus my flow hotter than a hoxtables sweater be
and she talk dirty like a throw away beretta b

bridge:
now come and f-ck with em, and if you don’t really i don’t give a f-ck
n-gga i’m onn, so catch me if you can, and if you ain’t know i don’t really give a d-mn
shouts to all the girls in the club shakin -sses
shout out to the hood and the furniture with plastic
now we carry wadds of the cash in the plastic
i got this whole sh-t mastered

chours

- trey songz

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