[Trey Songz: Talking] Aye Swizz, you should'a put me on this Let's go SONGZ! [Verse 1:] Chillin in the Rova, listenin' to Hova Dirt up off of my shoulder, she dig it like a golfer Fitted on lean, while I'm sippin on lean Feelin on me while she drink it like a soda Freeeze, freeze Tell the fellas it's ova, tell em' he hella colder They ain't better than me, hell, I be frozen over I am never to be thought of nothing but soilder Yup, third degree track, put in the toaster, burt You could, you could, you could You could light a match on that, I could put stacks on that Fact is that, I am like a candle Burn like wax on tracks This man to break a nigga back on tracks Relax for what? I'm a ball till I fall, then I'm right back up White slacked up, Louie V sneakers Singin to the bitches and spittin like either [Hook:] Freeze You know who it is It's Songz Nigga [Verse 2:] Virginia on my back like a spine Spend ten stacks like a dime Put the prince back in his time To bring sense back in the rhymes A lot of dudes spit, but it's few that's intense Like they missin they mind, and they slip out, I climb Aye, get a grip, catch a line I'm pullin on piff all the time, come and get a wiff All the dummys in this bitch get live Whatever I'm lackin, I'm a get mine There's room for growth, and I'm finna get wide There's room to boast, and I'm finna get fly I speak the truth, while a lot of dudes lie Tell me what you would do if you had to survive I could eat the booth, a lot of dudes would die, not I Who wanna test me? Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com