The lead single вЂњNa NaвЂќ (a clone of вЂњSay AhвЂќ and вЂњBottoms UpвЂќ) and the vanilla ballad вЂњChange Your MindвЂќ campaign for radio play. Much of the album (вЂњAll We Do,вЂќ вЂњLate NightвЂќ) falls from the вЂњPour It UpвЂќ or DJ Mustard production family tree. Trey tells us on вЂњCakeвЂќ: вЂњI donвЂ™t wanna play by the book, no rules.вЂќ But he kind of does, and thereвЂ™s not much of a departure from what he knows will work.ДЎ3.

Odes to social networking are hard to pull off, and вЂњSmartphonesвЂќ is cheesy, but TreyвЂ™s falsetto shrieks remind you of the Trey from Ready and Anticipation who earned that sex Ph.D.ДЎ2. вЂњIвЂ™ma take her to the motherfuckinвЂ™ hotelвЂќДЎ1. вЂњI done gave her a little taste/Now she wanna have my babiesвЂќ вЂњI know it ainвЂ™t good, but these hos gonвЂ™ do what they wantвЂќ вЂњI can fuck вЂ™em all the time, but I swear I never wife вЂ™emвЂќ Assertiveness is sexy, but Trey sometimes goes overboard here. He turns that clichГ© into a slinky double-entendre serenade on the album opener, вЂњCake,вЂќ singing: вЂњThey say you canвЂ™t have cake/And eat it, too/But ainвЂ™t that what you supposed to do?/AinвЂ™t ya supposed to eat it, too?/AinвЂ™t that what you supposed to do?/AinвЂ™t I supposed to eat it, too.вЂќ Trey then decides: вЂњCakeвЂ™s on the menu.вЂќ And there will be no debate.Д©. вЂњYou canвЂ™t have your cake and eat it, tooвЂќ is one of mankindвЂ™s most illogical sayings. Justin Bieber goes with the grain with his nasally raps on вЂњForeign (Remix),вЂќ whichвЂ¦did Migos ghostwrite this?ДЁ. The sentimental message often gets lost in the chest-thumping, forcing us (especially women) into a tense relationship with R&B thatвЂ™s been generally reserved for rap. But misogynistic sing-alongs run the R&B charts right now (partially thanks to DJ MustardвЂ™s sticky, monotonous beats). Of course, thereвЂ™s space in R&B for saps and 16-bar singers whose voices have morphed with AutoTune. Trigga seems to target listeners who made BrownвЂ™s вЂњLoyalвЂќ a sleeper hit.Д¦. Like Chris Brown (or August Alsina or Ty Dolla $ign), heвЂ™s taken the rap persona to extremes. Non-cornrowed Trey has no time for humble-bragging or buttering up. Steal Yo Girl,вЂќ Trey borrows Keith SweatвЂ™s throaty moan from вЂњNobody,вЂќ which might lead you to YouTube вЂњNobodyвЂќ and вЂњTwistedвЂќ and wonder the whereabouts of Kut Klose.ДҐ. Trey sings, вЂњI ainвЂ™t never gave no fucks.вЂќ In fact, вЂњOne fuckвЂ™s too much / / Unless you talkinвЂ™ bout us.вЂќ This famine of fucks seems to be the thesis of Trigga-this couldвЂ™ve been its intro.Д¤. Steal Yo GirlвЂќ (the alter ego whose superpower is taking another manвЂ™s girlfriend). The crassness continues till the final track (on the deluxe version), which marks the return of вЂњMr.

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