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- Young Jeezy Trap Or Die 歌詞
- Young Jeezy
- Last time I checked I was
The man on these streets
They call me residue
I leave blow in these beats
Got diareah flow
Now I shit on niggaz
Even when Im constipated
I still shit on niggaz (lets get it on)
Got some Super Friends
In the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that
Keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa Im an affiliate I know hitman
Im a hater like you f**k my wristband
Nigga sneak this and
That aint how we play
F**k with mind get ya drama like the DJ
Thats right
Now tell me I aint real
This AR that Im holdin got a gangsta grill
Went from old school Chevys to Beamer coupes
Got a hundred niggaz with me
And everybody gon shoot yeah
Try me nigga thats your first mistake
Eat your lil ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Dominos yes indeed
Im tryna stack my bacon up
I need extra cheese hey
You can try dawg but it aint easy nope
Mix the flake with the soul
You got Young Jeezy damn
You still wanna talk blow man
Soft white like Alaska call me snowman
Smoke purp by the pound
Os by the fifth
Re-up on the first then
Again on the fifth yeah
We trap or die nigga geah
Oh we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga
Cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice yeah
We trap or die nigga geah
Oh we trap or die nigga
Post on the block rain sleet snow sunny
Slow motion dont nothin
Move but the money geah
Trap all day day with no lunch breaks nope
Its dinner time but
A gangsta cookin pancakes
Rubberbands when we wrap them stacks
Time to ship it outta town
You know Sarans the wrap yeah
Think ahead in case the K-9s get loose geah
In the tubes like the ties on my Mongoose hey
Smoke purp by the pound
Os by the fifth
Re-up on the first then
Again on the fifth yeah
We trap or die nigga geah
Oh we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga
Cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice yeah
We trap or die nigga geah
Oh we trap or die nigga
Yeah back up in the hood again
Where its all good again
Ridin candy slab
Grippin on the wood again
Outta line niggaz get back in place
Where you shouldve been
In case you dont understand
Ima make it understood again
King of the underground
My gangsta will never fail
You bout to make me go postal
For f**kin with my mail
You got the connect but you
Aint got the clientele
You the hoax and niggaz know it
That shit aint hard to tell
Rat bitch recognize that
Your cheese aint been to sales
Im finna break some bread with the feds
You dumb as hell
I been around the block before
Sold it all from rock to blow
And I dont f**k around when
The feds in town I got to go
Respect my mind cause Im a trill old schooler
Summer time get too hot
I wait for winter when its cooler
U G K for life free the Pimp
You know the deal
In P A T its trap or die and
We aint down for gettin killed
Smoke purp by the pound
Os by the fifth
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth yeah
We trap or die nigga geah
Oh we trap or die nigga
And these hoes love a nigga
Cause they know that we the truth
Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice yeah
We trap or die nigga geah
Oh we trap or die nigga
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