Artist: Trey Songz Album: The Ladies Choice (Mixtape) Song: Itz Songz Snitches Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Trey Songz] Ay Swizz, you shoulda put me on this Let's go - SONGZ! Chillin in the Rova, listenin to Hova Dirt up off of my shoulder, she dig it like a golfer Fitted on lean while I'm sippin on lean Feelin on me, while she drink it like a soda Freeeze, freeze Tell the fellas it's over, tell 'em he hella colder They ain't better than me, hell'll be frozen over I am never to be thought of nothin but soilder Yup~! Third degree track, put in the toaster Burnt!! {*echoes*} You could, you could, you could You could light a match on that I could put stacks on that, fact is that I am like a candle, burn like wax on tracks This man to break a nigga back on tracks Uhh - relax for what? I'ma ball 'til I fall then I'm right back up White slacked up, Louis V sneakers Singin to the bitches and spittin like ether [Chorus] Freeze! You know who it is It's Songz nigga [Trey Songz] Virginia on my back like a spine Spend ten stacks like a dime, put the prince back in his time To bring sense back in the rhymes A lot of dudes spit, but it's few that's intense like they missin they mind, and they slip while I climb Hey, get a grip, catch a line I'm pullin on piff all the time, come and get a whiff All the dummies in this bitch get live Whatever I'm lackin, I'ma get mine There's room for growth, and I'm fin' to get wide There's room to boast, and I'm fin' to get fly I speak the truth, while a lot of dudes lie Tell me what you would do if you had to survive I could eat the booth, a lot of dudes would die Not I, ha ha... who wan' test me?