Your face is amazing blazing hot like cajun and all i need is a minutePlease no gimmicks ya tellin me to chill On the real or take a trip to satanSent me to hell wit itThen i yelled wit itDude! the hell wit ya crewSay you got a man well the hell wit him tooThe seats is seashell the whip is sea blue And you can swim throughAint alot of women that i cant swim throughAnd you cant say that i dont tempt youCuz if you said that, you’s a liarGrip them legs back call me pliersZ 4 chrome up under the tiresAnd you so grown and my desiresTo make you comeFinish that rumAye who said trey songz aint fire?