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dj burn one - 745 lyrics

real talk n-gga
its ya boy gucci
ayy

seven forty fivvvvveeeee baby
745 n-gga
for all my n-ggas out there handling they’ buisness
all my n-ggas handling they motha f-ckin’ business
ny to a
i’m in new york right now

came outta
came outta jail on a monday morning
whole worldwide watching like i was performing
745 with the gucci interior
i see a rich n-gga when i look in the mirror
6 months ago i was sitting my cell
now im sittin in a new v12
n-ggas always said that i wouldn’t blow up
i touched rock bottom can’t go but up
left big cat and i signed back breezy
word on the street that i dont like jeezy
but f-ck that im tryna rape the budget
beat the murder route n-ggas change the subject
jumpin out the plane wit the louis v luggage
yellow diamonds same color as mustard
blue diamonds same color the tarheels
red diamonds like the section where game live

745 wit the gucci interior
i see a real n-gga when i look in the mirror
745 wit the gucci interior man i see a rich n-gga when i look in the mirror
745 wit the gucci interior
i see a real n-gga when i look in the mirror
745 wit the gucci interior
i see a rich n-gga when i look in the mirror

n-ggas scared to sign me cuz i beef too much and they heard that i stay in the streets too much
knee deep in the game
im ahead of my time
60 gs i spent jus for tellin the time
im the hood homeboy
the ghetto trophy
n-ggas hatin on me so i can’t stay focused
i smoke a n-gga like a pack of them newports
middle of the mall right in front of the food court
i might look gravy but im smokin that kushy
im not a k!lla but you p-ssies done pushed me
im tryna live i ain’t tryna die
so i’d rather yo momma cry then my momma cry (b-tch)

now what would you do if a n-gga tried you
and you chillin wit a b-tch
and some n-ggas came through would you run like a chick or stand like man
n-gga tell me when you p-ss do you sit or do you stand
see my momma bring the drama
my daddy tote a llama
i learned from my momma so i hit him wit the thunda
i coulda been dead but im still breathin
do i smell p-ssy? naw thats jeezy.you ain’t a snowman you more like a snowflake
cupcake cornflake n-gga you too fake
beyonce
oh thats your fiancé?
jeezy is the appetizer you’ll be the entrée
2 glocks shawty ay lets party
i’m at the 40 40 looking for sean cartayy (uh) man i love to beef couldn’t wait to get home cuz i love the streets

- dj burn one lyrics

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