Trey Songz ☆ She Wanna Have My Baby

Le’gggo
Yeah
Le’gggo
Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh
Yeah
Le’gggo
Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh

Everybody fucking Amber Rose
Is the pussy good? Only Kanye and Cameron knows
And who this Tami hoe telling me that Trey shooting a video
In a month and she can get a cameo
SMH, TTM, five star, we be them
LOL hide my BBM ain’t got my BBM
Lou Vuitton he be in ‘tron got ’em queasy
And my Money ain’t Young ask my nigga Lil’ Weezy nim
I keep one rolled like Wiz Khalifa and ’em
Got some college hoes what wanna smoke a swisha sweet with him
They ain’t no Lauren Londons but they got that Megan Good
They use that Photoshop to get their ass up out the hood
And it’s all good with us niggas mayne
I said it’s all good cause I’m a trigger man
Yeah she said she wanna have Jayceon kid
I told that bitch you better off with Jason kid

(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
I do it cause they love it
If you hate it bitch, who give a fuck? I made it
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
Plus I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
She said she wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
Who tryna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
She said she’s tryna have my baby

How many bitches in the club just to try to fuck a platinum rapper
Poking microscopic holes into the Magnum rappers
Hopping on the dick but I ain’t throwing carrots at ya
You ain’t gon’ Worldstar me, I ain’t your average rapper
You drinking all the Goose then bitch I ain’t finna pay
You don’t look like your Twitter avatar anyway
Bitch you look like an Avatar anyway
And that’s the same bitch that was stalking Fab’ ain’t it Trey? (Yup)
And this is how I know you’re giving free head
If you was getting paid, the bottom of your shoe would be red
But it ain’t, she claiming she a saint
But as soon she see Dwight she go hard in the paint
But her girlfriend the type you wanna take home
Throw a little Drake on it really shouldn’t take long
Then she told me that she wanna meet Trey Songz
I told that bitch strip and start singing all Trey song’s

Tell your boyfriend that your real nigga’s home
Toast the fake fuckaz cause the real niggas gone
My head blown, hittin’ kill plus the trone
I love the beat that shot at ya and live for the songs
Yea. Know that I’m about
Only mothefucka that the ladies won’t do without
She wanna have my baby so my baby’s in her mouth
I’m so crazy
Five star sweet Shorty, I’m soaked baby
Red all over cause The Game’s in here
We don’t give a fuck about the lames in here
You niggas is queer
Run over you niggas like you niggas is deer
You niggas is last year
You niggas so pussy I should call you all Pap Smear
Yea, I’m so hoesome
Everywhere I go a nigga axe me to hold some
They wanna be like me when they grow up
And I ain’t grew up yet
Shit, I ain’t blew up yet
Millions in the bank and I ain’t made me a buck yet
So I guess y’all upset
Welcome to the club like you in the fuckin’ ass
She says she wanna have my child
I say gimme a black, I’m out