Lyrics of Fuck wit you no more triggamix

Trey Songz

pochette album Fuck wit you no more triggamix

We probably coulda made it work in a past life
Said vows, i make you my first and last wife
A rich nigga, thats certain to hit the ass right
Make a broke bitch smile like a low gas price
Truthfully i was digging ya style
Kept ya heels on,
Im hitting, you all wow
Poker chips in vegas
Then its dre at the towels
We tryna mnage later so you pick a girl out
I look at you and see a different girl now
Gettin whitney wit me, a different world now
A good girl, then i turned you to a bad bitch
Constipated ass, she aint never had shit
Im so over your head, you shoulda caught that
Fuckin with my phones when im gone, like you bought that
I was fuckin witchu heavy, but im bachelor
Moneys my only girl, no lie;
Relaxin

Cant fuck with you no more
I just cant fuck, just cant fuck with you no more
Fuckin with you is bad for my health
Cant fuck with you no more
I just cant fuck, just cant fuck with you no more
Fuckin with you is bad for my health
Fuckin with you is bad for my health
Fuckin with you is bad for my health

Crazy with the head, but she crazy in the head
Attract alotta birds, cause i make alotta bread
Searchin for my dove, hopin love is forgiving
And i find that the dove aint nothing but a pigeon
We all i know i aint nuttin but a player
Guess its value that make em wanna foul you
Cant blame you for wantin sumtin major
Shout out to the broads, like, can i get a laker?
Real women, dont you be embarrased by the fakers
Yves saint laurent probably flattered by the bakers
Moments couldnt fathom being madder at the haters
How dare you dislike me when i know im the greatest?
But now i see the beauty when they try to subdue me
All on my balls, see the blogs is the groupies
But thats a part of my movie
Deep down, i know you happy you ever knew me