Trey Songz - Y.A.S. paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Y.A.S. - Trey Songz



She giving me the side eye saying she ain't staying over here
Each and every time I let her down like I didn't care
Guess I got used to hearing whatever I wanted to hear
Guess I got used to feeling, like you supposed to give it here
She said she thought I was different, but now she could see it clear
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon say nothing, but this
You ain't shit, you ain't shit, you ain't shit
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon say nothing, but this
You ain't shit
Guess she don't want me to hit her up no more
Guess she don't want me to beat it down no more
Maybe she's right and she's right, there's plenty girls I can call
Boy ain't you tired of this life, don't you ever get bored?
Guess I got used to hearing whatever I wanted to hear
Guess I got used to feeling, like you supposed to give it here
She said she thought I was different, but now she could see it clear
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon say nothing, but this
You ain't shit, that's what she said to me
Looked me dead in the eyes and said, you ain't shit
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon say nothing, but this
You ain't shit
Half the man that you think you are, no you ain't
Nothing like all the songs you sing, I hope you change
No better than my ex, other than the sex that I'm never will forget but it's on to
The next
And I know you gonna regret when I'm gone, nigga yes
You ain't even took me shopping yet
Hold up, you saying I ain't shit?
Would you even be here with me here, yeah, if I wasn't rich?
We can talk about your ex cause you were cheating on him with me
And we can talk about the sex cause that's all it'll ever be
And you're no little angel girl, are you
You're not a good girl but you try hard to be
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon say nothing, but this
You ain't shit, that's what she said to me
You ain't shit, that's what she said to me
You ain't shit
Said she ain't got nothing good to say so she ain't gon say nothing, but this
You ain't shit, you ain't shit, you ain't shit
You, you, ain't shit
That's how you feel?
That's how you feel?
Damn, no it's cool, you know. It's too late for all this bullshit
You come here and you know what time it is and now you get all emotional
Now you know you've been drinking, what are you thinking?
Ay don't you hop behind that wheel girl, not tonight
You shouldn't drive, you drunk
I won't tell no lies, girl you hurt my pride
You know you gotta give me them keys, come back inside
It ain't even that deep, why you tripping on me?
We can take it back a couple of weeks, you was just a homie
What's your problem? I check up, I check up, I check up on you like a doctor
We roll up, we smoke up, we roll up, we smoke up like rastas
And I keep you bussin, you bussin, you bussin like blocka
You switching it up, came here to fuck, tell me now who's this imposter?
I see how your feelings got involved
Forgot that I was supposed to run every time you called
Lay down on the bed and take it off
I'll break you off, problem solved
Do it quick, baby strip
I get you wet as you can get, I make it drip
Won't you gon show me who's it is?
Won't you gon show me you the shit?
Crawled up in it, I'm all up in it
When I fall up in it now I got you screaming you the shit
I'm a beast, I'm a freak, she was mad at a nigga
Now she glad that a nigga got her leg in the air like this
You the shit
You the shit
You the shit
You the shit
You the shit
You the shit
You the shit
Crawl up in it
Fall up in it
I'm all up in it
Got her screamin you the shit
I'm a beast I'm a freak
Fall up in it
You ain't shit
I'm a beast I'm a freak
Crawl up in it
Got her screamin you the shit
You ain't shit
She was mad at a nigga now she glad that nigga got her legs in the air like this
Got her screamin you the shit



Writer(s): Samuel Jean, Christopher Umana, Tremaine Neverson, Uforo Imeh Ebong


Trey Songz - Trigga
Album Trigga
date de sortie
27-06-2014




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