Artist: Trey Songz f/ Drake Album: The Ladies Choice 2 (Mixtape) Song: Still Drake * Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash * to the "Still D.R.E." beat [Trey Songz] Still... whippin the Chevy, still gettin my tipped licked When I'm ready I still fall up in the party like confetti It's still Madd Rappers, +D. Dot Angelettis+ Still just as skinny as you met me Still keep it real, never will let another disrespect me For real, 'til deep in peace they rest me Still smoke sess cause I swear that they stress me And when I'm home a lot, keep the chrome a lot Cause even when I'm home I'm knowin there's a lot of dudes that like the fact I'm blowin Like some runnin shoes on the track I'm goin Tell these other dudes they slack I'm sewin So don't get hemmed up, I think Timbed up Cause in my mind it's the wintertime all the time on my grind Tell 'em I'ma rhyme, told 'em that the sing got me signed Try to put me in a box I will not stay there And if I fall I will not lay there Grown man, this is not day care A big boy game, they do not play fair But I still keep it trill and I got to share Still uncomfortable if cops is there My fam still disfunctional, we not repaired Still got rhymes out the asshole Still wonder why are they mad fo' Cause I'm in the hood like the crack coke diesel, ask yo people Trey still do it for the people Ride with so many straps the whole fuckin car is illegal Still pick good over evil Still play the Jesus, and it's wild cause I'm still sinnin Addiction still weed-puffin, givin it to women It's still my brain ready to bust up out my skull to the mic, cause my mouth don't be sayin shit right They sayin shit like, "I don't be killin it" You niggaz is ridiculous, eat a dick with some syphillis Y'all slow, still I done sucked it up Drake tell 'em what the fuck is up [Drake] Look - I used to cut the porch lights on; and now I cut the porch lights on just to let 'em know they foresight's wrong Where this nigga goin with that obscure ice on? He just lame, I'm tryin to get my mature life on I asked what happened, no one's handin in, handin in Hop up out the passenger and help me back thePphantom in Damn, I never got to use that in a convo Never got the chance to put you back in a condo And, and, it couldn't be more true I always meant to get you that villa in Corfu Women I pass off, and money I tore through Now all I really need is the number before 2 Is it over? Tell me it isn't over They told me it was easy as I get a little older; yeah right And this is what my life outro sound like Even though Dre did it, the shit don't sound right I was, born to do it, born to make bar music I flow tight like I was born Jewish Well, actually I was born Jewish I guess at this point you could say I was born foolish - ha ha Yea, what about the Grammys and the bubbly? What about all my fans that be lovin me? I, used to chill in them spots where the trouble be But never ended up in that menage at the Double Tree What about that girl Rita down in Basque in a lace where I woulda never cheated on yo' ass But you ain't give me yo' number cause them niggaz got to fightin Situation got me thinkin and that's when I got to writin Hmm; change these hundreds for me cashier Cause I ain't made it but I'm better off than last year Yeah - and what it look like hun? I never got to make it rain but it looked like fun And uh, a king is what I'm fit to be I don't get these niggaz they a mystery I mean they talk so quiet as if it's in private And they don't ever bring that shit to me, but Man I ain't live life so wrong I said fuck a couple dudes, cause I ain't like yo' song Least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on