Paroles Look at ya'll Trey Songz

Look at ya'll

Bring that mic
You see I’m bout to talk a little crazy
Make sure it’s no children around, no old folks
And I’m usually really respectful
It’s just
It’s just I had to do it
Nigga told me come get yall
Aha! Uh

Look at yall pitiful, typical, living with some bitches call yo sister you don’t even know
Bitches
Look look, look at yall bitches
Look, look look
Aha, look at yall worn out whored out, slut out, pussy walls tore out
All yall bitches
Look look
Just look at yall bitches
Look look

Tell me she want some red bottoms, give her little head
Got em, no problem, take a little trip
Leave yo kids home while you get a little dick
Tight bitch, thinkin you slick
Tryna get rich off a nigga like me, type a bitch
Know my real niggas gon’ like this shit
They gon’ love this shit, they gon’ rock this shit
They like Nicki she didn’t even have to drop this shit
But I got this shit, you can ask my clique
How many pretty bitches kicked out this bitch?
She just wanna pick with a nigga up
In the same minute that what she a be us
Talkin bout Trigga when we getting up
You know it’s been a minute since we really fucked
Get it up quick type a bitch, in the whip type a bitch
She don’t leave a drip then you kiss that bitch
Type a bitch

Look at yall bitches
These hoes crazy, I swear out here
Sellin nasty dreams, frontin like queens but it ain’t what it seem
Watch out for that
Type a bitch
I done seen these hoes jump table to table tellin fibs and favors
Look at yall bitches
These hoes ain’t yours, these hoes ain’t mine
Nigga these hoes is bout design
Look at yall bitches

And I ain’t through wit yall bitches
Ain’t nothing to do wit yall bitches
I hit a couple yall bitches then I’m through wit yall bitches
Uh uh my bitches
She like who is you talkin you? Crazy
Shit is it you that I’m talkin to baby?
These bitches be broke and these bitches be crazy
These bitches be broke and these bitches be lazy
Girl you get yo money on yo own
And you ain’t let a nigga do it
That’s when you can tell me that yo chrome
What you think a nigga stupid?
Look at yall just turned dyke ass hoes
And you used to be like that hoes
Look at yall back, fiendin bitches
Never get a penny if you aks me bitches
Waitin on a nigga to come save you bitches
Aks God oh Lawd why he made these type of bitches
Tell me where yo daddy go
I just wanna know
Who raised these type of bitches
Man I hate these kind of bitches
And if you’re a good girl
Don’t be trippin, I ain’t talkin bout you
Talkin bout these bitches

No disrespect at all to my women or them ladies that carry themselves
I don’t like these bitches
Know I ain’t talkin to you girl, me I’m on
Talkin bout these bitches
And I hate that I had to be so vulgar
Talkin bout these bitches
It’s just when I heard this shit
I mean like I felt like an incredible time to say what’s on my mind

Yeah
Nicki wussup?
I love you baby
Uh
Trigga
Trigga
Uh uh

Aha
Aha
Aha