Artist: trey songz
Song: bad news
Oh, Okay, the news just came in
You got your main is, now Im grabbing, I' m a needy
I' m the man with the drink
But whata nigga think, aint shit changed but the color of the leaves
Still em all go hard, I like my dick in ur broad
If you hate that, you can put my dick in yo jaws
And don' t waste that, I will never loose because the lord is favor
Uh, take that. Ive been doing more pain from the game
More strain on the brain and I thought I could sustain
Daddy just died, as I bring my daddy close to me
We gon ride out, drive it up, thats how it' s supposed to be
Life too short for me to worry about your thugs.
God judge me, i give a fuck about the court
Plus y' all all felt like shaggy was on the court
Don t talk shit now, he aint backing up before
But y' all can' t stop me from reaching my goals
You gave behind hell looking through a peep hole.
Tired as a nnnn, I dont never sleep no.
Play the game to win, Ill never cheat though.
Sometimes it seems I will never beat though.
Still how you earn a blow like, C4.
Man they get to take me, no reaper
Man they get to face me, no equal
Fire underneath, T focal my lip
Under your shit like im under my pits.
Photograph me in a picture with a pig
That the women love me like it doesn' t exist
Suicide songs I slit my wrists
Suicide knows im gonna whip my shit
Do as I can, true as I am, old niggas can never be as new as I am.
I aint sayin the same man, life about evolving.
Many aren' t does the who havent grown as much as Arwin.
Such as this Spartan, triggers such a problem
Aint no mathamatic to equate to where I saw them
Word is im cold, and they just wanna defrost him
Word that my boats and my songs that are awesome
But I dont float, my body on coast, which one pick one
Ill probably and a touch down, just bought a seven knife
And a touch down, thoughts running like a man
Trying to get his gut down
Daydreaming, and my aborted daughters
Trying to put my best foot forward and balance
Like a skater would, searching for a greater good
Running through my old neighborhood, out the door
Reefs, it was Christmas time, 40 chrome piece with a clip inside
Out of yo reach, Salvatore feet
How you doing beats that Im killing so sweet
Sick of niggas hating, quit deliberating
This anti-climatic how your antiques are average or more ass
Said you got it all back, whos to trace im saying.
But your man has all assests
Bastards, bastards.
