Trey Posey feat. Garrison Collier - Judgement Day Lyrics

Lyrics Judgement Day - Trey Posey



Me llamo Trey, como estas
Bien, decir no mas
Por favor, gracias
My life aint ready to stop
But the pistolero is ready to bloaw
That won't be obliged though
Ring round rosies
Posey won't be lackadaisical
I need my redemption, I'll Shawshank a hoe
Deaded, Need resurrected and that'll be the day I go nuts
I missed the fun
Pardon the interupt, rupt, ruption
I'm Dahmer, I got a lil taste for the blood
Your honor objection
I get what I want like
Hooray
Victory visions I'm running laps
Bouquet
Nobody's judging babe throw it back
Doomsday
Don't even know if I'm coming back
Only God can judge me but I'll be the judge of that
You niggas don't know me but speak on my name like you do
I got real shit to handle, aint dealing with you
Niggas phony, one look in they eye know its true
You don't like how I'm moving, just focus on you
You get blessings then niggas pop out of the blue
Or the wood works I guess I'm a carpenter too
I be sick of these niggas like I got the flu
Can't have no one around me, mask on in the stu
Staging the coupe
I move while they talk
Give me the loot
Encumbered, I ball
Pepe le pew
Don't care bout my flaws
Better to view when you standing up tall
Aye tying up knots, no tie, no draws
You can bet that imma shoot one back up to the wall
Play by no laws, better call my nigga Saul
Life a bitch I'm in her drawers I aint tripping at all lets get it
I missed the fun
Pardon the interupt, rupt, ruption
I'm Dahmer, I got a lil taste for the blood
Your honor objection
I get what I want like
Hooray
Victory visions I'm running laps
Bouquet
Nobody's judging babe throw it back
Doomsday
Don't even know if I'm coming back
Only God can judge me but I'll be the judge of that
I'll be the judge, Judy
Like Judith I don't need a gun
Behold the beheading
The deed is done, I bleed it's blood
And a smudge on my Adidas cause I come from the mud
Look in the mirror, I see demons behind me
On the interior you see the anxiety
Underground deceased, that aint fine with me
A nigga bout to be free and finally see the sun
Pardon the interupt, rupt, ruption
Yeah I got a lil taste for the blood yeah
Objection I get what I want like
Hooray
Victory visions I'm running laps
Bouquet
Nobody's judging babe throw it back
Doomsday
Don't even know if I'm coming back
Only God can judge me and I'm alright with that
I hate when I see people judging from afar
I'm taking shots with this bar
Keeping tabs on me
I gotta close em if it aint incognito
I never know the true identity of people
The envy and green, I can't see low (Ceelo)
No cause I keep my head high
Can you tell that I've grown or no
I am mature (amateur) I'm a pro now
Anti climax, I don't react to they jokes now
I aint even hear her when the world was yelling in pain
Let it be your mirror but its gotta break someday
And thats alright



Writer(s): Garrison Collier


Trey Posey feat. Garrison Collier - Spoken Letters (Deluxe)
Album Spoken Letters (Deluxe)
date of release
27-01-2023




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