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Jackin For Beats

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Jackin For Beats

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[DJ Drama:] Aye Trigga

[Trey Songz:] What up Dram?

[DJ Drama:] I know you been on this rap thing for a minute right?

[Trey Songz:] Right

[DJ Drama:] Can we show 'em the lyrics?

[Trey Songz:] You think they ready?

[DJ Drama:] Can we show 'em the greatness?

[Trey Songz:] yeah...

[DJ Drama:] I'll handle the beats

[Trey Songz:] Niggas ain't ready man

[DJ Drama:] Holla at 'em

Ungh, A nigga never been as dope as me

Like my veins and my brain run on coca leafs

I say they fly well they fly, well these niggas popery

Mind capacity as wide as the open sea

Put these niggas in they place where they 'spose to be

Plus I get these bitches buck like gopher teeth

So respect it or check it, fuck your hypothesis

I'm a write the play no Socrates, pardon me, nobody alarmin' me

They all rap commonly as if they hold drugs like a pharmacy

Watch came up, what you 'wan see?

I made the time change up, yeah quantum leap

And I'm still tryna figure where I 'wan be

So many fish in the sea, life is vagina beach

I don't sleep much, paper thoughts waking me

Talkin' to a nigga like, trigga keep makin' me

They can't see me when they do I'm what they hate to see

I eat good, they just 'wan salt shaker me

Bread on the rise, I ain't talkin' 'bout a bakery

Devils in disguise everywhere, yeah pray for me

Know you niggas pussy but get off my dick

And don't quote me boy cause I ain't said shit

I ain't said nuttin', I'm too busy frontin, ungh

Cruisin' down the street in my benzo, couple of freaks

Couple of hoes, I only met 'em all like a couple ago

Still I treat 'em like stacks, got a couple to blow

Nobody takin' nothin' from Songz except a loss

Nobody puttin' fear in my heart except for god

Competitors R.I.P, dead as a bitch, lyrics spit one hell of a clip

A.R. say that they hard, leave 'em in graveyards

One big diamond, call a nigga basegod, get it? baseball

Don't know if they draw or they just trey stall

Number one to get the number two and then erase y'all

Grass cut fool, never lose where the snakes are

Motherfuck school, nigga never had a day job

Shout to all the niggas faced off with the jacob

Fuck pool, on the corner pocket full of 8 balls

And fuck you nigga, I be droppin' napalm

And it's cool nigga gon' get yo hate on

Got a big dick and she gon' put her face on

Ass so big and the shit is like her waist, gone

Swingin' from a pole, pussy poppin' in the Bronx

Then I made it rain like the Cartegena Don

Do it so big they should call a nigga Pun

All I do is win, they should call a nigga won, ungh

Hol' up chula, I'm all about that loot

But I'll knock that boot, drop top that coup

Swoop, hoop (swish), miss that booth

If I don't R.I.P that booth, then I don't know who do

I don't know, who you? Different city errday and

I don't know you beau

I don't owe you beau, prolly know my crew

Get around like I came to the bar with a group to get wet

Respect the hoes that don't oppose to let me hold they necks in sex

And she sittin' right next to me

So I don't know why the girl keep textin' me

Talkin' bout she love me, forever thinkin' of me

Trust me, just come in the bathroom and fuck me

Wake up in the mornin' and my eyes all crusty ungh

She will and she still wan' touch me

But we gotta catch a flight, enough, show tonight

Say it gotta be wrong cause it felt so right when she bust it

Now she got a problem sayin' bye-bye

Tryna ask a nigga 'bout the wi-fi

She just wanna skype, and I just wanna pipe

Was only one night, baby go back to ya life

Life, it's a gamble, we just roll dice

That shit'll be in shambles if you don't roll right

And you know how I get, couple side bets

Fuck is a entrée if yain't got a side dish

Then dessert is what they serving

Treating rappers like a server

Leave 'em murdered then deserted

You watchin', are you observing?

Nigga I'm a get mine and you know that I deserve that

Lemme hol' dat, lemme hol' dat

Yeah, lemme hol' dat, lemme hol' dat... 2 WOOP

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