Right Above It Lyrics - Trey Songz

And she keep tellin' me; you know you the shit 

Ladies throw your hands up, that's if you the shit 

Walk up in the club and they knew I was the shit 

Shittin' on everybody that's up in this bitch 

You know you the shit 

You know you the shit 

You know you the shit 

You know you the shit 

I know I'm the shit 

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Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya hearts are 

Matter fact, salute the shit, hands where ya parts are 

Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know what their parts are 

I get brain in the whip, who needs a smart car? 

Call me when it's real beef, fuck alla this tartar 

Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for when they start cars 

They just talkin' out they ass, those are fart bars 

I bring the toaster wherever you pop tarts are 

Play with funeral, getcha ass burried 

You should shut you fruity ass up, raspberry 

Just got that Rolls Royce 

So this black man, 

Got bitches chasin' a ghost; Ms. Pacman 

I know y'all listenin' 

I trace all taps 

I buyin' Audemars to match my baseball caps 

White and navy joint 

Let's watch the Yankees 

I'm gettin' big deposits 

You gettin' bank fees 

You lil nigga just remember that you ain't me 

Write ya award speech and don't forget to thank me 

Yeah 

What an I to do now? 

They try to be me on wax 

These fuckin' Madame Tussauds 

Photos 

And you know I'm the shit 

And you know it don't matter whatchu think about, bitch 

'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me 

Ladies askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please" 

Ain't nobody getting' married, but I am the best man 

I will be the greatest 

I can't except nuttin' less than 

I had eight of 'em 

And that's just in a section 

They all swallow and gobble; call it digestion 

Women dance on my sac; call it dickonics 

The shit read lips until it's hooked on phonic 

I'ma brag at ya shawty; you know I probably had her 

I'ma born star 

Porn star; she's a ghetto gagger 

Rockin' platinum, I never got the plaque 

Still I drop 30 grand up at Sacs 

I made it out, nigga 

You know how the hood be 

I got the game sewed up like some good weed 

You got it all fucked up like a lace front 

I got the girls gettin' low like a bass drum 

I got some rich shit 

You on a bitch trip 

Grab ya purse, nigga 

Get ya lipstick 

I'm suck a dickhead 

They call me arrogant 

One question ... what the fuck you starin' at? 

I'm the shit, boy 

You can ask ya home girl 

I'm gon' hold yours ... that's until I get my own girl 

And you know I'm the shit 

And you know it don't matter whatchu think about, bitch 

'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me 

Ladies askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please" 

I made 'em a believer, now my head big; Gina 

Like 'em with they ass big; Trina 

Beat it up in private, and they like it 

So I'm Ikein', call 'em Tina 

Me, her and her girlfriend 

They dykin'; have you seen 'em? 

I swear I'm doper then these mu'fuckas realize 

Hit the club; all balck 

Like seal eyes 

I am hell on earth 

I'm tryna live in heaven 

Come fly wit me; MJ 2K11 

Look in the mirror and it's clearer than it has been 

I talk shit to the homie like he my glass twin 

I say "don't let the get ahead of me 

They want them instead of me, but I'm so much better 

Aye, you know how it better be 

I'ma sail past niggas; cruise to a better sea 

Same light, same night, but I'm in a better B 

Plus my hoe hotter than Huxtable sweater be 

And she talk dirty like a thrown away berretta be 

Now come and fuck wit 'im 

And if you don't really, I don't give a fuck, nigga 

I'm on 

So catch me if you can 

And if you ain't know, I don't really give a damn 

Shout out to the girls in the club shakin' asses 

Shout out to the hood 

And with the furniture with plastic 

Now we carry wads of the cash in the plastic 

I got this whole shit mastered 

And you know I'm the shit 

And you know it don't matter whatchu think about, bitch 

'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me 

Ladies askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please" 

Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me 

Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me 

Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me 

Ladies askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please"