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Trey Songz

"Look At Ya’ll (Lookin Ass n*gga Freestyle)"

[Intro]
Bring that mic
See I'm about to talk a little crazy
Make sure there is no children around, no old folks
And I usually be real respectful
It's just that.. I HAD to do it
Nicki told me come get y'all


[Hook]
Look at y'all pitiful, typical, livin' with some b*tch who call you sista you don't even know
b*tches
Look Look, Look At Y'all b*tches
Look, Look Look, (uh huh)
Look at ya’ll worn out, whored out, slored out, pus*y walls tore out, all ya’ll b*tches
Look Look, just look at ya b*tches
Look Look

[Verse 1]
Said that she want some red bottoms
Give a little head
Gott'em .. no problem
Take a little trip
Leave your kids home while you get a little di*k, type b*tch
Thinkin' you slick
Tryn'a get rich, off a n*gga like me type b*tch
Know my real n*ggas gonna like this sh*t
They go'n love this sh*t
They go'n rock this sh*t
They like "Nicki she ain't even have to drop this sh*t"
But I got this sh*t, you can ask my clique
How many pretty b*tches kicked out this b*tch?
She just put a pic with a n*gga up! (And the same minute, that's when she hit me up)
Talkin' 'bout Trigga when we gettin' up (and you know it's been a minute since we really f*cked)
Get it up quick type b*tch, in a whip type b*tch, she don't leave a drip then you kiss that b*tch type b*tch

[Hook]

These hoes crazy, I swear out here
Selling ass and dreams, frontin' like queens but it ain't what it seem
Watch out for that
I've done seen these hoes jump table to table tellin' fibs and fable
These hoes ain't yours these hoes ain't mine n*gga these are hoes are by design

[Verse 2]

And I ain't through with y'all b*tches
Ain't nothin' new with y'all b*tches
I hit a couple you b*tches, then I'm through with y'all b*tches ooh ooh my b*tches
Like who is you talkin' to crazy? sh*t is it you that I'm talking to baby?
These b*tches be broke and these b*tches be crazy
These b*tches be broke and these b*tches be lazy
When you get your money on your own
(you ain't let a n*gga do it)
That's when you can tell me that you grown
(what you think a n*gga stupid?)
Look at y'all just turned dyke ass hoes
Ain't never used to be like that hoes
Look at y'all bad fiend b*tches
Never get a penny if you ask me b*tches
Waitin' on a n*gga to come save you b*tches
Ask God 'Oh Lord why he made these type of b*tches'
Tell me where your daddy go?
I just wanna know...
Who raised these types of b*tches
Man I hate these kind of b*tches
And if you a good girl, don't be trippin' I ain't talkin' bout you I'm talkin 'bout these b*tches

[Outro]
No disrespect at all to my women that are ladies, that carry themselves
Unlike these b*tches, you know I ain't talking about you baby
I'm talking (Talkin' bout these b*tches)
And I hate that I had to be so vulgar (Talkin' bout these b*tches)
It's just that when I heard this sh*t, I found it an incredible time to say what's on my mind
Nicki What's up?
I love you baby
Uh
Trigga
Uh
Trigga

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