Fresh: It’s Trey Day, ya’ll. And that tattoo on his chest still looks like the recipe for bourbon chicken after all these years.

Justin: He so skinny, his spine looks like the map to Narnia.

Fresh: Yet from tweens and grown women alike cream their panties with delight when his name is mentioned.

Justin: Question, is that water or R. Kelly peeing on Trey?

Fresh: I miss the old Trey Songz who sung too hard, had cornrows with no hang time, shared bath water with Jim Jones in Miami, and had zero style points. All isn’t lost on second thought. That muthafucka still sings too hard.

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