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Trey Songz

Ordinary

 

Ordinary


Don't you hate an ordinary nigga (I do)
Drinking on ordinary liquor (We don't)
Niggas spending ordinary money
We don't never fuck with basic bitches (that sound crazy)

Your bitch got on ordinary heels (but what you doing)
Can't tell you how ordinary feels
I pull up on any girl and she with it (she with it)
Imma hook her up with other bitches
I don't take em' to the crib
I take em' to hotel suites
Never know which room it is
I got about four damn keys
I'm used to that, she ain't used this
That's goofy shit, just order that
He ain't nothing like me, girl [?] like to me

He ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, whoa-ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, whoa-ordinary
Ordinary

Don't you hate an ordinary nigga (I do)
Drinking on ordinary liquor (Uh huh) (wassup)
Niggas spending ordinary money (Nooo)
We don't never fuck with basic bitches (that sound crazy)

Bitch your shoe game and your bag game that ain't it
That ordinary and this fly shit you already know it don't mix
Said why you got two circles on your belt buckle
I said bitch
This Ferragamo, your swag broke, and this some shit you can't fix
What's on my feet, say it with me baby, Balenciaga
Ya your nigga on that basic shit Red Lobster
Ya he scooped ya up and he took ya out
Nigga had you sitting on cloth
Came through Rolls-Royce when I pick you up
Had you chilling the back looking boss
You know I really got my money on my mind
So I'm really like fuck that bitch
Frank Mueller probably wonder what it cost
But man I'm like fuck that shit
Ten chaniz on that boosie shit
What you staring at that groupie shit
I'm used to this, she ain't used to that
[?] with that goofy shit wassup

I don't take em' to the crib
I take em' to hotel suites
Never know which room it is
I got about four damn keys
I'm used to that, she ain't used this
That's goofy shit, just order that
He ain't nothing like me, girl [?] like to me

He ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, whoa-ordinary
(look at all these ordinary niggas)
Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, whoa-ordinary
Ordinary
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga (Oh Ya I do)
Drinking on ordinary liquor (Oh no we don't)
Niggas spending ordinary money (nooo)
We don't never fuck with basic bitches (that sound crazy)

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