Fake Love / Black Beatles / No Limit / Sorry

Ar'mon And Trey

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    [Armon Warren, Trey Traylor]
    Yea
    They look up to me They look up to me
    I got fake people showin' fake love to me
    Straight up to my face, straight up to my face
    To my to my yea
    That girl is a real crowd pleaser
    Small world, all her friends know me
    Young bull livin' like an old geezer
    Release the cash, watch it fall slowly

    [Armon & Trey (Trey)]
    Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
    Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
    Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (Thot)
    Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
    Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
    Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
    Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (Thot)
    Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
    She a thot thot
    She a thot thot

    [Trey (Armon)]
    Whole time they wanna take my place
    (Whole time they wanna take my place)
    Whole time they wanna take my place
    (Whole time they wanna take my place)
    Whole time they wanna take my place

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    [Verse 3: Trey (Armon)]
    You know you fine
    Baby you know that you fine
    (I’m just tryna make you mine)
    Tryna make you mine
    (Yeah I’m tryna make you mine)
    Put a tingle in your spine
    We got to vibe, we got a wave
    (You should ride on it)
    All the places I could take
    (You girl is limitless
    So if you never been
    Girl I would just love to take you there
    You don’t have to worry ‘bout a thing
    I got it, let me show you better than)
    Cause I may not know you, just let me hold you
    You'll be my soldier, like you from the ‘Nolia
    Middle fingers up, put them hands high
    Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
    Tell him, boy, bye, boy, bye, middle fingers up
    I ain't thinking 'bout you

    [Armon & Trey]
    Make you say uh, no limit
    Got that Master P, no limit baby
    Give you that black card, no limit
    Just know when you roll with a nigga like me
    There's no limit, baby
    Get high baby roll one, cloud nine 'bout to go up
    Lovin' the feelin' the turbulence get when we turn up
    When we land we can roll out
    Show you somethin' you ain't know about
    Tonight we be takin' off flight with a camera to show out

    [Trey, Armon]
    Yo body on my body, baby
    I'm about to catch a body in here, baby
    I love the way you grind on me
    Said I'm about to catch a body in here, baby
    I'm about to catch a body
    Oh yeah, oh yeah, don't stop it now
    I'm about to catch a body on me

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