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jeezy mula - real lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
uh, ryte, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
uh, ryte, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
growing up in the flossy, had to rob we ain’t had sh+t
young n+ggas on flatlands, dippin, dodgin’ through traffic
school out in the evening, at 6:00 we at beacon (facts)
d’s running in the alleyway, searching us for no reason
hit the ‘lands, got chico with me
still toting ‘cause i need it with me (that glizzy)
bam lost his life to the street sh+t, so i’m mad that he ain’t with me
and you know we on it, we ain’t holding up (grrah)
if he from thе other side, we fold him up
lost dotty it was diffеrent, new ruger or smith’ n (ryte)
couple n+ggas got hit up, sending where they live to b+tches (bow)
we was sleeping on n+ggas’ cribs, lifestyle really different (ryte)
main b+tch showed us where you live, for a band and we lift him
having convo’s with dotty mom’s, seeing tears really hurt a n+gga
now a n+gga got two options, rap deal or the murda, n+gga
d’s following the g+ride, cls that’s how we slide, (skrrt)
got locked for the g+lock, cause the .69 that’s how we rock
30 thousand for the lawyer, n+gga (30)
the other .30 put it on a n+gga (facts)
30 for 30, my shooters they clutching that .30, you know that we parking n+ggas (boom boom)
one call, then we all ball, we don’t deal with benchwarmer n+ggas
told bro, “just hit em all”, no sense in keep warning n+ggas
rikers’ island on lockdown, in my cell eating tuna, n+gga
on the gates screaming to sba, gotta eat this chili soup for a n+gga
all these cubans are for touchdown (cubans)
told the jeweler rather bustdowns (yeah!)
b+tches used to walk past a n+gga
now the b+tch like what’s up now
now a n+gga in his birkin bag
i don’t really give a f+ck now
at the bottom, they ain’t looked my way, all attention because we up now
on the come up, they like jeez who (who?)
now they see me, and they scream woo (woo!)
do this for all of my people
and all of my dawgs need to eat too
f+ck the b+tch, until she pass out
fresh out the telly i cash out
lotta n+ggas talk scammer talk
please tell me what your stash about (they broke!)
glizzy make a n+gga lean with it (bow)
ryte cup with the lean in it (ryte)
and we still circling every spot
glock .40 with a beam in it (grahh)
in the flossy b+tch you know we on that (i’m in the floss, b+tch)
don’t pull up on the zoe if you ain’t on sh+t (at all)
when you ain’t have no one i was there (woo)
now they shooting stars, we can’t care
[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
uh, ryte yeah, yeah, yeah
(i’m with the zoe, b+tch!)
uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, (they don’t ever come over here n+gga!)
can’t trust no b+tch, can’t love no b+tch
they screaming woo, and they won’t miss (at all)

- jeezy mula lyrics

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