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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Yeah
Can you please motherfuckin' rise For the national motherfuckin' trap-star anthem Lets go [Chorus] Cause bitch I'm amazin' Look what I'm blazin' Eyes so low Yea I look like an Asian Forever Thuggin' Forever Thuggin' Haters run they mouth They ain't talkin' bout nothin' Cause Bitch I'm amazin' Look what I'm blazin' Eyes so low Yea I look like an Asian Forever Thuggin' Forever Thuggin' Haters run they mouth They ain't talkin' bout nothin' Cause Bitch I'm amazin' Closed door armor Lookin' like its miller times Sixty Seven diamond chain Who he think he Busta Rhymes Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes Could of done a lot of time And I ain't never snorted shit Put it all up on the line Got a lot up on my mind Got a lot up on my plate Gotta feed my hood So I'm up and down the interstate The streets need a nigga So I'm in and out that vocal booth Hoes love a nigga Cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe But nothin' but banana split Say that I'm her favorite If you can take a lot of dick I can talk a lot of shit Go on baby swag it up Show them haters who your with Bring you want that gangster shit Who you niggas fuckin' with [Chorus] First I sold two mill Then I sold another one Told them if you pay for three That I will front another one Told them if they give me this Then ill record another one But if you can not give me that Ain't no sense in callin' back Fuck you think they sell me for Fuck you think they find me at Damn right American I'm gonna need a bigger hat Close your eyes imagine this Gonna need a bigger safe I got bills up in that bitch That bitch stacked up since 98 Let em talk Let em hate Watch them lick the navigate If you touch em Wipe em off Bring a brush Then take em off I can make an avalanche And I ain't talkin' Chevy trucks Call me Georgia lottery Cause I'll be talkin' mega bucks [Chorus] Must of spent ten grand To make they coupe stand taller First round draft pick Yea I'm mother fuckin' baller Just right your number down Baby girl I might call ya If she give it to me now She wont live to see tomorrow And if she playin' wit it She wont make it through the night Before the song with Kanye I had my money right Used to call me vice grips Yea I get my money tight Now its time to re up Then I make my money white You can catch me at my jewel Yea I like my money bright You can find me at the lot Yea I like my money fast Two hundred on the gas Two hundred on the dash Yea I'm spendin' all money Now I'm livin' in the past [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Everybody wanna be like me?
Y'all can be like me? Look at my watch Look at my wrist Nothin' like ya man he ain't shinin' like this Nothin' like ya man he ain't grindin' like this And even if he was, he ain't fuckin with cause I came so far from the bottom couldn't even see the top Just as soon as a fill the trap I'm rippin' up every block I'ma good god fearin' man with a criminal mind state Ain't nobody gave a shit and that's why we grind weight My grandma off in the church while I'm in the refrigerator In search of the baking soda right next to the mashed potatoes She prayin' for better days I'm prayin' they take this water Realest and stun and ship put that day on my mothers daughter [Chorus] My ambitions as a hustla (i wont deny it, I wont deny it) My ambitions as a hustla (i wont deny it im a straight hustla, I wont deny it) [Repeat: x3] Its Mr. Trap or die yeah yall remember me First album was a classic them critics weren't feelin' me Now as far as award shows we all know how that goes So whats all the doubt about because he ain't sellin' out Because he ain't givin' up because he don't give a fuck Because he ain't changin' up I guess he aint lean enough And just know I'm savin' up let you play with my sanity Gives a fuck what you think of me unless you feedin' my family Mother fuck all my enemies one time for my mini me's Listen to these niggas I bet you hear plenty me I'm who they pretend to be the one they pretend to do See me I'm a hustla I do what my hustlaz do [Chorus] Might not just be the best just know I plan to be I refuse to let suckers win but thats just the man in me Look it could be the G in me these niggas ain't seein' me Unless they seein' me in traffic and somethin' topic and drastic I say I grind like there 10 of me swear to god theres just one of me Look I know I ain't there yet just know that I'm gonna be I couldn't wait to see the day I could change where my momma stay Put the b.s. behind me theres too much money in front of me [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - Put On [Explicit Version] [single] (2008)
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
I put on...(x4) I put on for my city, on on for my city (x4) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] When they see me off in traffic They say "Jeezy on some other shit" Send them pussy niggas Runnin straight back to the dealership Me I'm in my spaceship, Thats right I work for Nasa This 7H is not a fraud, Call that bitch my bodyguard Call that bitch your bodyguard? Yeah, thats my bodyguard wear a lot of jewelry Young dont' do security what's whiter than a napkin, Harder than a dinner plate If you want it come and get it You know I stay super straight Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin Out the Super 8 Know you niggas hungry, Come and get a super plate Y'all sing happy birthday, Yeah I got that super cake Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait [Chorus:Young Jeezy] (x2) I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Half bag, top back, Ain't nothin but a young thug HKs, aK's, i need to join a gun club Big wheels, big straps, You know I like it super sized Passenger's a redbone, Her Weave look like some curly fries Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce Pocket full of celery, Imagine what she tellin me Blowin on asparagus, The realest shit I ever smoked Ridin to that Trap or Die, The realest shit I ever wrote They know I got that broccoli, So I keep that glock on me Don't get caught without one, Comin from where I'm from Call me Jeezy Hamilton, Flyin down Campbellton So fresh, so clean, On my way to Charlene [Chorus] (x2) [Verse Intro: Kanye West] I put on...(x3) I put on for my city, I put on for my I put on for my city, I put on for my city On... [Verse 3: Kanye West] I feel like there's still Niggas that owe me checks I feel like there's still Bitches that owe me sex I feel like this But niggas don't know the stress I lost the only girl In the world that know me best I got the money and the fame And that don't mean shit I got the Jesus on a chain, Man that don't mean shit Cause when the Jesus Pieces can't bring me peace Sure I need just at least One of Russell's nieces On...I let my nightmares go I put on, Everybody that I knew from the go I know hoes that was frontin When they knew he was broke They say damn, Yeasy Yeasy, you don't Owe us no more You got that big fame homie, And you just changed on me You can ask big homie, Man the top so lonely I aint lyin So lonely I aint lyin Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) Cause every night (every night) I put on [Chorus] (x2) [Outro: Kanye West] Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) Cause every night (every night) Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
I put on...(x4) I put on for my city, on on for my city (x4) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] When they see me off in traffic They say "Jeezy on some other shit" Send them pussy niggas Runnin straight back to the dealership Me I'm in my spaceship, Thats right I work for Nasa This 7H is not a fraud, Call that bitch my bodyguard Call that bitch your bodyguard? Yeah, thats my bodyguard wear a lot of jewelry Young dont' do security what's whiter than a napkin, Harder than a dinner plate If you want it come and get it You know I stay super straight Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin Out the Super 8 Know you niggas hungry, Come and get a super plate Y'all sing happy birthday, Yeah I got that super cake Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait [Chorus:Young Jeezy] (x2) I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city Put on (east side) Put on (south side) Put on (west side) Put on [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Half bag, top back, Ain't nothin but a young thug HKs, aK's, i need to join a gun club Big wheels, big straps, You know I like it super sized Passenger's a redbone, Her Weave look like some curly fries Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce Pocket full of celery, Imagine what she tellin me Blowin on asparagus, The realest shit I ever smoked Ridin to that Trap or Die, The realest shit I ever wrote They know I got that broccoli, So I keep that glock on me Don't get caught without one, Comin from where I'm from Call me Jeezy Hamilton, Flyin down Campbellton So fresh, so clean, On my way to Charlene [Chorus] (x2) [Verse Intro: Kanye West] I put on...(x3) I put on for my city, I put on for my I put on for my city, I put on for my city On... [Verse 3: Kanye West] I feel like there's still Niggas that owe me checks I feel like there's still Bitches that owe me sex I feel like this But niggas don't know the stress I lost the only girl In the world that know me best I got the money and the fame And that don't mean shit I got the Jesus on a chain, Man that don't mean shit Cause when the Jesus Pieces can't bring me peace Sure I need just at least One of Russell's nieces On...I let my nightmares go I put on, Everybody that I knew from the go I know hoes that was frontin When they knew he was broke They say damn, Yeasy Yeasy, you don't Owe us no more You got that big fame homie, And you just changed on me You can ask big homie, Man the top so lonely I aint lyin So lonely I aint lyin Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) Cause every night (every night) I put on [Chorus] (x2) [Outro: Kanye West] Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) Cause every night (every night) Let me see What we have tonight (what we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (satellite) I see those flashin lights (flashin lights) |
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