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Jackin For Beats Lyrics - #lemmeholdatbeat2 Mixtape - Trey Songz

Aye Trigga 

What up Dram? 

I know you been on this rap thing for a minute right? 

Right 

Can we show 'em the lyrics? 

You think they ready? 

Can we show 'em the greatness? 

yeah... 

I'll handle the beats 

Niggas ain't ready man 

Holla at 'em 

 

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Ungh, A nigga never been as dope as me 

Like my veins and my brain run on coca leafs 

I say they fly well they fly, well these niggas popery 

Mind capacity as wide as the open sea 

Put these niggas in they place where they 'spose to be 

Plus I get these bitches buck like gopher teeth 

 

So respect it or check it, fuck your hypothesis 

I'm a write the play no Socrates, pardon me, nobody alarmin' me 

They all rap commonly as if they hold drugs like a pharmacy 

 

Watch came up, what you 'wan see? 

I made the time change up, yeah quantum leap 

And I'm still tryna figure where I 'wan be 

 

So many fish in the sea, life is vagina beach 

I don't sleep much, paper thoughts waking me 

 

Talkin' to a nigga like, trigga keep makin' me 

They can't see me when they do I'm what they hate to see 

I eat good, they just 'wan salt shaker me 

 

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Bread on the rise, I ain't talkin' 'bout a bakery 

Devils in disguise everywhere, yeah pray for me 

 

Know you niggas pussy but get off my dick 

And don't quote me boy cause I ain't said shit 

I ain't said nuttin', I'm too busy frontin, ungh 

 

Cruisin' down the street in my benzo, couple of freaks 

Couple of hoes, I only met 'em all like a couple ago 

Still I treat 'em like stacks, got a couple to blow 

 

Nobody takin' nothin' from Songz except a loss 

Nobody puttin' fear in my heart except for god 

Competitors R.I.P, dead as a bitch, lyrics spit one hell of a clip 

 

A.R. say that they hard, leave 'em in graveyards 

One big diamond, call a nigga basegod, get it? baseball 

Don't know if they draw or they just trey stall 

 

Number one to get the number two and then erase y'all 

Grass cut fool, never lose where the snakes are 

Motherfuck school, nigga never had a day job 

 

Shout to all the niggas faced off with the jacob 

Fuck pool, on the corner pocket full of 8 balls 

 

And fuck you nigga, I be droppin' napalm 

And it's cool nigga gon' get yo hate on 

Got a big dick and she gon' put her face on 

Ass so big and the shit is like her waist, gone 

 

Swingin' from a pole, pussy poppin' in the Bronx 

Then I made it rain like the Cartegena Don 

Do it so big they should call a nigga Pun 

All I do is win, they should call a nigga won, ungh 

 

Hol' up chula, I'm all about that loot 

But I'll knock that boot, drop top that coup 

Swoop, hoop (swish), miss that booth 

 

If I don't R.I.P that booth, then I don't know who do 

I don't know, who you? Different city errday and I don't know you beau 

I don't owe you beau, prolly know my crew 

 

Get around like I came to the bar with a group to get wet 

Respect the hoes that don't oppose to let me hold they necks in sex 

 

And she sittin' right next to me 

So I don't know why the girl keep textin' me 

Talkin' bout she love me, forever thinkin' of me 

Trust me, just come in the bathroom and fuck me 

 

Wake up in the mornin' and my eyes all crusty ungh 

She will and she still wan' touch me 

But we gotta catch a flight, enough, show tonight 

Say it gotta be wrong cause it felt so right when she bust it 

 

Now she got a problem sayin' bye-bye 

Tryna ask a nigga 'bout the wi-fi 

 

She just wanna skype, and I just wanna pipe 

Was only one night, baby go back to ya life 

Life, it's a gamble, we just roll dice 

That shit'll be in shambles if you don't roll right 

 

And you know how I get, couple side bets 

Fuck is a entrĂ©e if yain't got a side dish 

 

Then dessert is what they serving 

Treating rappers like a server 

Leave 'em murdered then deserted 

You watchin', are you observing? 

 

Nigga I'm a get mine and you know that I deserve that 

Lemme hol' dat, lemme hol' dat 

 

Yeah, lemme hol' dat, lemme hol' dat... 2 WOOP 

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