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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
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Just call me young nigga Our money grown doe By the way Lets go yeah You already know what time it is lets go [Chorus] I said I'm young by the way The one by the way I ain't trippin' I just do this shit for fun by the way The truth by the way The proof by the way Mr. front up on me Know I'm gonna shoot by the way I said it's on by the way I'm in the zone by the way And You can call me Mr. get em gone by the way I did it by the way I was with it by the way I talk it like I did it Cause I lived it by the way [Verse 1] Young, the boy might go nuts Holes in niggas just like donuts Creme be crispy these niggas cant hear me Must be the wrong size Cause these niggas cant fit me Never let em play me Never let em bullshit me If they ever bullshit me Send the coroner to get me And when the coroner come to get me I'ma take you pussy's with me And I ain't trustin' 12 shots No I keep them choppers with me And I don't trust you from a ?? Gotta keep them shottas with me Cant let the goons get bored Gotta keep them niggas busy And I ain't trustin' nobody So I took my money with Cause last time they got me, get me [Chorus] [Verse 2] Stay on it by the way I want it by the way Take it to your mommas momma house Where everybody stay Where everybody sleep Leave everybody sleep Have a baby by who Thats everybody freak Baby like a dry cleaner Seen everybody's sheets Take em straight to the hood Then everybody eat They went down, I went down Now everybody cheap Or should I say cheaper Or maybe ever lower You niggas gettin' this shit Should I talk any slower Any slower it be screwed And that would be rude I'm a man no respect And Plus I got a sack Got the west side crackin' Ask about 'em in the trap [Chorus] [Verse 3] Turned a brick into a clothing line a boost commercial And he's still talkin' yo "so who's commercial?" Young like Noah move them birds by the two Daddy need to smoke the coupe need a pair of shoes Got my A.R. on 'em still wont cross over I gotta half a box left think I need more soda Still rain man sosa, Just brought this thing in its too big for a holster They say I'm bipolar, so indecisive So motherfucking what, I know some bitches that like it The real niggas recite it, the real bitches they love it Its just he way that I strut it, they just like I want 'em so fuck it [Chorus] |
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