Trey Songz - Shot Caller (2011)

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Trey Songz - Shot Caller lyrics


[Trey Songz]
Uh, hey who want it with the trigga man? (Woo)
I’ll eat cha,
bring it to your front door, deliver mad pizza
said she want a baller, shot caller
let her tear the mall up after she lick my balls up (Woop)
Every single morning my sister has a Starbuck
Bought yo baby mama a bag, let her spend a Starbucks
I ’ma baller, you suppose to rise
Put your money on the table, that’s toaster size
dreams of the fete, I’m a fool with the paper (right)
silver and black Chevy, call that Oakland Tomb Raider (right)
tell her bring that ass to daddy (daddy)
she gon make me happy (happy)
she call it the Na Na, and then I call that bitch my Caddy (Ford)
Tell me what you’re talking, I’m talking money often
If we talking verses nigga, I be hearsing, I coughing
no rehearsing, I be scouchin (Woop)
I’m purchasing the forshan (Woop)
killing all my sons so the call the shit abortion (Woooop)
Uh, I’m a wild muhfucka right?
somniac money, so it’ll pile all fucking night
and through the day time, nigga this is trey time
bitches getting lower than a motherfucking base-line
you niggas is hoes, I guess I heard it through the grape vine
ten toes down and nigga tryna take mine
so far gone, stay on vaca time
ball so hard, get paid for my prey time

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Shorty got potential I could be her sponsor
Met her back stage at a summer jam concert
Hair like Rihanna shoe game was awesome
Could tell by her aura she want a shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller
Wanna be with a baller shot caller
Can tell by her aura she wanna shot caller


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