Lyrics:
B**** I'm a hot boy like Juvie
F*** nigga u don't like me den Shot me
Trapp or die just like jeezy
Had 2 sell coke cane
Lord let me out this cell
I
I broke her spine
I'm flyer than a bird in a cockpit
Bitch wanna fuck then I might hit
And I wanna hit me a white bih
Jungle fever on dat Snipes' shit
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I’m the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I’m the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat Ass
I’m the shit right now
Tap Dance on Dat
a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it wouldn't make a difference
If that was way before me and you girl
See you don't ever have
easy (nope)
Mix the flake with the soda, you got Young Jeezy (damn)
You still wanna talk blow, man? (Yeah)
Soft white like Alaska, call me Snowman
easy (nope)
Mix the flake with the soda, you got Young Jeezy (damn)
You still wanna talk blow, man? (Yeah)
Soft white like Alaska, call me Snowman
Bought a scale den cop some Work
2 Come up out dat struggle Let's get it
I had to stack my Bread up
It was time to learn my hustle SelfMade
I grew up
a distance
Nonchalant too these hoes say Im trippen
Kick the hoe out She ain't got no goals
I Gotta flip a bag on the road
Hit up p need me a Load Why pussy
Whip
'Gotta get a foreign whip
12 watching 'gotta dip
Smoking gas 'ion dip
I let ha ride and she stiff
Pipe dat 'bih
And I 'een like that shit
yay
Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze
Dem Boyz got glocks, Dem Boyz got K's
Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid
(Young Jeezy)
If its
by the case loads
We leanin like dem Texas boys and we don't karo dat shit we ain't tryna stretch it boy and if you know me you
Know me from gettin
ducking down low
Young T bucks back, Shiro let a couple go
Banging out on the mains, and lighting up the whole road
But Young T he gets hit, shoulder
was gon' pull it up now, did cha?
Besides, dat's my lil' hommie pullin' dat trigga
I hit the mall by my self, the hood by my self
When I'm in L.A. I
Kommore wo he
Relax wate, wo hit a me, kalafour no mea meko akotwetwe omo aba, wahu
Wo hotel ho na mede kalafour beye 8
Na ebi twetwe wo, na ebi
[Chorus]
Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing
Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat
Went to my block, got it off and coped metal
tell me what it's gon' be
Young nigga chop it up 223
Come to the D, don't hit OGs
And my advice is stay low-key
Bitch we great, bitch we great,
dat ass baby
(Oooooooohh)
Walked in da club all eyes on me
Wait hold up, i jus spotted 2 freaks
Wait pour up, u gone see wat i see
Let the liquor kick
give me those
(gimmie)
Gimmie those
(those)
Gimmie those
(those)
Matta fact gimmie those whole three rows,
I hit da sacks like gimmie dat
(dat)
Gimmie
Ayy, ayy
You gotta believe, you gotta believe
Ayy, ayy
You gotta believe, you gotta believe
(Let's get it)
I used to hit the kitchen lights,
here will rock your bodies
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
Systematic, ecstatic, this hit be automatic
Work me
approving this isn't an act
So cool look at all ya gifts displayed on the table and shit
Don't let me walk by and forget sticky fingers I got to good grip
sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by
here will rock your bodies
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
Systematic, ecstatic, this hit be automatic
Work me
Dey want murda
Dey want dat murda
Dey want murda
I'm from the hood
Where the murders will come
Hard life
No trial
We smile
They say the good die young
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