finish what's in my cup And come over there with you Sip a lil somethin' with you I ain't even gonna lie You're lookin' kinda hella fly Like you belong up in my
: Welcome to my sex room
sake of our) Our love, our love, (oh oh!) Our love, our love, (for the sake of our) Darling, baby, Here's my gift to you my heart and my soul I wouldn
your flights were safe Feeling real breezey Swift like the wind [Verse One] It's calling my body It's calling my soul It's calling my mind So girl I
lick read, my cup full blowin on that good weed, my bitch bad tryna get her tipsy, in all black haters better miss me, my bitch ride better then most
me baby None of these chicks cant fuck with me baby Aint none of these chicks cant fuck with my baby Fuck with my baby up Fuck with my baby up None of
rise I just got a day colder Beats like food after I pray over Turn the prey over Got great molars Time to wake the world up Call me trey foldgers! Trey
Cause I Made It, If You Hate Em' It's Because Me Got Ya Girl On My Jock Right Now! Try And Critize My Style, Nigga Try And Buy My Style, Pricless, Like
bye, bye, bye) Go girl like it's my birthday I walk by they looking thirsty and I say bye (bye, bye, bye, bye) [Verse 2: Trey Songz] Dance like a video
girl, Drop it low girl, Drop it drop it low girl, [Diddy:] Come on I see u don't stop aye yo trey songz [Trey Songz:] Come on E-E-East Low Ride booty
you mourn.. (mourn) Go ahead tell your girls to leave. Cause I wanna take you home Girl I wanna take you home, Girl I wanna take you... Up out the club, hop in the coup Drive downtown somewhere, get a room (room
: She's gone again She's gone again (aw no) Every time she leaves it's my heart that she's taken from me I dunno if she's gone for good or returning
little Work Wanna make her close Her eyes, rub her Stomache and work If you want my Attention when you See me just pur [Chorus: Trey Songz] Here kitty
put ya face in a waist get a taste And be my love freak, my love freak, my love freak, be my love freak, my love freak, My love freak, be my love freak
up bottoms up (up) Throw yo hands up Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms [Verse 2: Trey Songz] My visions blurd (come on) My
this is big Pimpin I got time and yes we dippin take you to the room show you to the crib by that time we might be lipin just my kind and I might be
off the stove though Game in the bag Got a whole lotta mojo Step in the spot And all the women want a photo I guess I'll pose though That's just my mojo
tell ya [Verse 2:] Mother fuck the world, my mother fucked my daddy Then my mother fuckin had me, now I'm popping like some acne Mother fuck my daddy