- Young Jeezy Me OK 歌詞
- Young Jeezy
- Trouble boy(Trouble boy)
Im bout to go in right here(yeah)
Stay down, see you come up(yeah)
Listen to the trap beat(Lets go)
First to tell ya 'M*therf*cker, trap or die', that me OK
Mr whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mr if Im talkin you should listen, game is free OK
Mr got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah thats three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, thats me OK
Mr re-in up with bout two Phantoms, yeah, thats me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a chick before my bread, hey, now me OK
Im a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha
You know my game tizight you know thats all tizzop
Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks
Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row
All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo
All my n*ggas is bout it, all my chicks is with it
One call thats all, choppers pay him a visit
Real n*gga fo sho, got a fetish for dough
34 a unit, nine hundred, an O
Break em down into zips, thats a hell of a flip
Had em now they gone, guess Im takin a trip
First to tell ya 'M*therf*cker, trap or die', that me OK
Mr whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mr if Im talkin you should listen, game is free OK
Mr got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah thats three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, thats me OK
Mr re-in up with bout two Phantoms, yeah, thats me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a chick before my bread, hey, now me OK
When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam
If Jizzle aint droppin, *****, what the f*ck is Def Jam?
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Boss ****, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you ladies ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Got some **** up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin? My wrist is heavy
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Two door Rolls is how Im rollin, plus you know a n*gga totin
Keep that street n*gga paper, rubber band it, it aint foldin
First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
Thats a long way from trappin in that 4-door Accord
Wassup ,first to tell ya 'M*therf*cker, trap or die', that me OK
Mr whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mr if Im talkin you should listen, game is free OK
Mr got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah thats three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, thats me OK
Mr re-in up with bout two Phantoms, yeah, thats me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a chick before my bread, hey, now me OK
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
You can call me postman, dont go nowhere without some mail
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe Im makin bail
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames
Had you cashin out, payin for, you cant pronounce the name
Had that Murcielago, it was green like Margaritas
I sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam-ambassador
Dropped so many Rollies, n*ggas thought I owned the Rollie store
Snow its been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
I dont eat, sleep, or **** without my m*thaf*ckin pistol
Wassup,first to tell ya 'M*therf*cker, trap or die', that me OK
Mr whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Mr if Im talkin you should listen, game is free OK
Mr got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah thats three OK
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, thats me OK
Mr re-in up with bout two Phantoms, yeah, thats me OK
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Never put a chick before my bread, hey, now me OK
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