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bluebucksclan – jeeezy wya lyrics

[intro: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
jeeezy, what you on? yeah, i’m at the ritz
911, i need your help, i’m all alone with six (yeah, i’m come)
yeah, all these b+tches ready, ain’t gotta tell ’em sh+t (yeah)
alright get them b+tches phones, we ain’t taking pics (yeah, i did)
this the one i want to grab, would you look at this? (is she here?)
went out with my b+tch and all her fam, we finna eat real quick (what the f+ck)

why the f+ck you just saying something? can’t believe this sh+t (told i did)
but if you really got six hoes, i’m finna leave this b+tch (yеah, i do)

[verse 1: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
swear to god on my life, i do (on god)
hurry up, they singing, “evеrywhere you want me to” (yeah, i’m come)
yeah, that thick b+tch here, the one that wanted you
taking shots, throwing ass, i got ’em settled in and comfortable
i walked in, she like, “there go jeeezy”, they like, “b+tch, where?” (b+tch, where?)
b+tches on me, said she like my ladders, these the big pair (yeah)
know my hoes the coldest, d+mn i coulda been from big bear (big bear)
now this n+gga watching all my stories, think his b+tch here (big lame)

[verse 2: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
finna figure out the ones that’s f+cking, send the rest home
i just told ’em what you said n+gga, nothing less (told ’em what you said)
i think we need more b+tches, this ain’t fun yet (this ain’t fun)
b+tches greet me pulling down my pants, ain’t got a hug yet
let’s act like we gotta leave to make these b+tches go (alright)
let’s grab the stripper hoes from cheetahs, they get off at four (yeah, let’s go)
alright, n+gga, say no more (say no more)
but how my b+tch know we out? what the f+ck you pull? (i know spite)

[verse 3: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
turn the sprite to a caramel frappe, what the f+ck you pour? (i don’t know)
jeeezy, where my drank at? i’m looking for it, yeah, i know, you know (i don’t know)
i don’t touch n+ggas drank, n+gga, i don’t know
you the last n+gga i seen with it, n+gga, where it go? (where it go?)
n+gga, look up in the freezer
oh, i see it, here it go
i could round up all the b+tches, you could call me merry+go (merry+go)
knew exactly who her n+gga was, i ain’t tell her doe (i ain’t tell her doe)
[verse 4: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
their saying he used to hang with us, i don’t remember doe (i don’t remember doe)
two thousand dollar hoodie, you don’t hear me doe (ya hear)
yeah, i see you, i’m in maxfield with saint michaels on (ya see)
prada bucket, yeah that’s what type of time i’m on
let’s go out of town to crack some b+tches, we ain’t never seen
n+ggas always talking about the hoes that they never bring (never bring)
i’m on sixty seventh, getting wings at c&w (c&w)
told jeeezy, “keep stepping”, never let these n+ggas humble you
told dj, we them n+ggas let these b+tches out number you

[outro: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
jeeezy, what you on? yeah, i’m at the ritz
911, i need your help, i’m all alone with six (yeah, i’m come)
yeah, all these b+tches ready, ain’t gotta tell ’em sh+t (yeah, alright)
alright get them b+tches phones, we ain’t taking pics (yeah, i did)
this the one i want to grab, would you look at this? (is she here?)
went out with my b+tch and all her fam, we finna eat real quick (what the f+ck)
why the f+ck you just saying something? can’t believe this sh+t (told i did)
but if you really got six hoes, i’m finna leave this b+tch (yeah, i do)

- bluebucksclan lyrics

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