Trey Songz - Look At Ya'll (Lookin Ass n***a Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Bring that mic See I'm about to talk a little crazy Make sure there is no children around, no old folks And I usually be real respectful It's just that.. I HAD to do it Nicki told me come get y'all [Hook] Look at y'all pitiful, typical, livin' with some b**h who call you sista you don't even know b**hes Look Look, Look At Y'all b**hes Look, Look Look, (uh huh) Look at ya'll worn out, who*ed out, slored out, p**y walls tore out, all ya'll b**hes Look Look, just look at ya b**hes Look Look [Verse 1] Said that she want some red bottoms Give a little head Gott'em .. no problem Take a little trip Leave your kids home while you get a little dick, type b**h Thinkin' you slick Tryn'a get rich, off a n***a like me type b**h Know my real n***as gonna like this sh** They go'n love this sh** They go'n rock this sh** They like "Nicki she ain't even have to drop this sh**" But I got this sh**, you can ask my clique How many pretty b**hes kicked out this b**h? She just put a pic with a n***a up! (And the same minute, that's when she hit me up) Talkin' 'bout Trigga when we gettin' up (and you know it's been a minute since we really f**ed) Get it up quick type b**h, in a whip type b**h, she don't leave a drip then you kiss that b**h type b**h [Hook] These hoes crazy, I swear out here Selling a** and dreams, frontin' like queens but it ain't what it seem Watch out for that I've done seen these hoes jump table to table tellin' fibs and fable These hoes ain't yours these hoes ain't mine n***a these are hoes are by design [Verse 2] And I ain't through with y'all b**hes Ain't nothin' new with y'all b**hes I hit a couple you b**hes, then I'm through with y'all b**hes ooh ooh my b**hes Like who is you talkin' to crazy? sh** is it you that I'm talking to baby? These b**hes be broke and these b**hes be crazy These b**hes be broke and these b**hes be lazy When you get your money on your own (you ain't let a n***a do it) That's when you can tell me that you grown (what you think a n***a stupid?) Look at y'all just turned dyke a** hoes Ain't never used to be like that hoes Look at y'all bad fiend b**hes Never get a penny if you ask me b**hes Waitin' on a n***a to come save you b**hes Ask God 'Oh Lord why he made these type of b**hes' Tell me where your daddy go? I just wanna know... Who raised these types of b**hes Man I hate these kind of b**hes And if you a good girl, don't be trippin' I ain't talkin' bout you I'm talkin 'bout these b**hes [Outro] No disrespect at all to my women that are ladies, that carry themselves Unlike these b**hes, you know I ain't talking about you baby I'm talking (Talkin' bout these b**hes) And I hate that I had to be so vulgar (Talkin' bout these b**hes) It's just that when I heard this sh**, I found it an incredible time to say what's on my mind Nicki What's up? I love you baby Uh Trigga Uh Trigga