Lyrics:
and drop a rack (Yea)
It ain't said understood cuz they know it's love (On way)
And I only fear myself plus the man above (On way)
They don't care backdoor
time fly
You switch up and jump the wall
At least i keep the trey round me
I'm never lonely
Uh i get freaky wit it let me demonstrate
Minute maid
Always
Riding around with that rocket
And I'm riding round and I'm riding round with that rocket
It's that real rite (It's that real rite, Issa RealRite.
Yo, Mo Bee, mane, drop that shit
You know what time
Boo-ya, I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh,
what you're told Just let it roll
She, she’s really cool
You met her outside after school
Sat by the pool
Its 5 degrees Is she a fool Is she a tool
left
And we have another person on my right that's actually on this album
Julissa "JJ Beats/JJ Dances" Mercado
So I'm gonna ask my homeboy Trey
So how do
and free my soul
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another home run, Babe Ruth, where I'm from
New York Queens fuck it and we up
K yeah I keep it right by her guts
I don't keep it on me baby nothing tucked
rebound and I block out
A no hitter Nigga nothings sweeter
Than the opposition when it drops out
Like Bama Duchie never clock out
Speeding by you better
Yo, Mo Bee, mane, drop that shit
You know what time
Boo-ya, I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh,
When I'm Gone
By Trey Hirsh
© copyright by Trey Hirsh 12/3/2009, cll Rights Reserved
VERSE:
He said when I'm laid to rest
Mary put your picture
sway
Never gonna slow down
Musique unique
Got game by the pound
It's the hottest shit around
This here is the new sound
Tennishu Triple Trey, you
It's His reality that welcomes us back.
Trust and obey.
There is no other way.
In reality that comes from above.
God is calling.
There's no bigger love.
Me and the Whiskey
By Trey Hirsh
© Copyright December 1, 2009 by Trey Hirsh, cll Rights Reserved
VERSE:
She left me here with a broken heart
My
Everybody know Trey made this to me
Pulling me here, my own desire
My family, my friends, all these things
It's distracting me from the truth
one shot from one gun by one dude
A reason to get it, what's up? Fuck you
You know how a nigga move, that's how a nigga move
Fuckin' snake, you
shooting shots
And I don't know if its cause they lit or not
But we 10 minutes from the drop
And I gotta get my game right
Ain't tryna be lame right
Gotta
off the toaster[02:01.95]Over your head like a baseball and bitch I'm Sammy Sosa[02:04.65]Lose your composure drive right by you no roller
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right
better get right, Crip right
Eyes open 'cause niggas get stuck on seez-ight
It ain't no motherfuckin' problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20
representin to the T
Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's
Go run right through you
And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you
Slick talkin,
Thug cngels round me yuh
Tell me walk by faith I walk by you its tatted on my chest
Big brother tell me keep goin just keep yo foot up on they neck
If
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Haunted by your past mistakes
It's hard to tell between real or fake
They say good things come to those who wait (wait)
You make me feel some type
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