Hearing Trey Songz talk about who he's fucking isn't the most thrilling event and offers little to nothing to carving out an identity. So what does 'Trigga Reloaded' do right? It's hot in places, but doesn't have the hypnotic self-deprecation that litters The Weeknd's best moments, nor does it have the introverted honesty that Drake has all but copyrighted. It fell some way short of moving 500,000 units in the US, so the goal is presumably to see the re-release hit that (Gold) mark. Presumably to push sales up, 'Trigga' still remains Trey's lowest selling album to date. The fact that this isn't a great record shouldn't come as too much of a surprise, given that it's a re-release of something that hasn't even been on shelves for 12 months yet. There's nothing sexy about meal-based oral sex metaphors. The album frequently skirts between seedy, lothario and the downright ridiculous. 'Cake's on the menu / Ain't I supposed to eat it too?' and 'Working up an appetite and baby you my breakfast' – which is exactly what you think it's about.

There are, of course, a plethora of terrible euphemisms that we have R Kelly to thank for.

Nicki Minaj guests on 'Touchin, Lovin', but sadly it's another is this really the same girl that slayed 'Monster' moment from one of the most frustrating artists of the last five years.

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