death of autotune freestyle lyrics – trey songz

i mean like for real, who wanna hear kells with auto
tune, do you, that’s some bullsh*t, have you’ve done
started some sh*t baby. they keep comparing me man, i’m
a new breed! this a farewell, throw em down the
stairwell, and if he wants to compare sells with old
kells that ain’t fair, well he’s a legend but i’m
fresher. check out my dresser i’m such a dresser.42 to
24 and i ain’t talking skull bones, trigger 24 i’m
about to get my colburn fresh out the shower and i
ain’t got a roll burn, this is for the ladies yo.i
ain’t gotta pose. remember [? ]. where they h*ll he at?
trey songz comin, where kelly at? why be indirect? i
think he feelin that. he got the game so, so he layin
back. chillin there’s not a fact, t-pain copy cat. who
he got around you the people tryin to drown you. put
that autotune on yo homies shoulda clowned you. kelly
you da king but you tryin to be the dream! now let the
track breath. cut the brains[? ] out who ya tryin to
be, me? i’m runnin parallel shawty feel the breeze.
shout out to sea breeze, you still a friend of me. i
ain’t tryna make mr.kelly ya enemy. no but hes just
tryin to be what these singers pretend to be. once he
said i might be better so put it on ya mind because the
grind don’t let up. i’m still hungry n**** you must be
fool. say it ain’t so, right. oh oh oh. they say it’s
off with his head. but i’m a wake up dead[? ]. wake up
n****.i [? ] call me martin lawrence treat singers like
[? ]. big head gina with this ground my demeanor. touch
it with one finger and she gushin aquafina. she said
pleasure me, i’m no pleasure p. no pun intended, can’t
measure g. and why do you a be thinking i’m getting
ahead of me? i’m on my a game and other n****’s let it
be c, d, e, g, h i’ll j these n****’s. kanye these
n****’s. 808 heart brake these n****’s. i’m so fi[? ]
gone drake these n****’s. i just wanna be, i just wanna
be successful! and if i gotta eat a plate of these
singers, i’ll be scr*pin you singers, that’s all great
of you singers. so if ya faded, hate it, love it, i
could give a f*** it, all for the public. this was 88
get a tape gon’ dub it. everybody hit this, nike a need
a puppet. open up the budget, what are we discussin?
they know i’m the man at atlantic, what i’m speakin
spanish. (que pasa!) then it’s up next, me and my
partner! la la la la. hey chef, isn’t this the recipe
for disaster? were even. hey kel, let’s talk about this
over, over lunch or something. you got the bill baby! i
be in the city tomorrow.

/ trey songz lyrics