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jeezy - trap or die 2 (remix) lyrics

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[verse 1: young jeezy]
new paint job, get you a new bl-w j-b
28, 36, i miss my bl-w j-b
i got it here, you get it back n-gga thats your problem
sound like a snow job
and you already know n-ggas won’t starve
and you already know n-ggas gon’ rob
don’t make me go and change the grill, get a nose job
you know i pedicure the wheels, get a toe job
n-gga i’m still spending twenties from my old job
you n-ggas get up off my d-ck, that’s a ho’s job
he said he want another one i told him no prob
he just bring the quarter back like brett favre

[hook]
i said trappin ain’t dead
this n-ggas just scared
n-ggas just playin’ they don’t want no bread
everybody in the game, say they trap like you
well go against the grain, this is trap or die 2

[verse 2: young jeezy]
see i’m bout to give you game n-gga, no charge
still broke after that, then that’s your charge
pulled up full of hoes, then that’s my charger
pulled over full of o’s, that ain’t my charger
a extra point 5 is what i could charge ya
since you coming right back i’m thinking “why bother?”
one thing about that girl, she a freak though
good when she soft, better when she cheap though
you know jizzle put the fork, put the pole in her
go up in the sofa, pay a toll in her
and she go hard, and she go hard
t pain and kanye yea she go hard
and that blow hard, just like my flow hard
concrete sh-t, i’m talkin floor hard
n-gga i been hiding 8b-lls in the backyard
back when ball and jg was coming out hard

[hook]

[verse 3: gucci mane]
we flipping the shipment and whipping again
i’m through with it once, we gon’ cook it again
i’m trill to the end, never snitched on a friend
pulled up in a benz and i fronted him 10
i’m so subconsciously, copping the coca
my lingo bi-coastal la cosa nostra
dominican thug, dominican plug
be shooting up drugs like sammmy sosa
my philosophy, sun valley my property
gucci the czar, it’s not a democracy
and if you don’t like me? (gun shots) stops all animosity
black t, black gloves,in my black saab
i took some blow from your woe, call it black rob
and how i dodged that other charge, man i guess god
the same n-gga moving caine out econo lodge
im on an interracial date,twins, 2 pairs
and i’m a bachelor but i’m still in love with white squares

[hook]



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