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young jeezy - grey goose lyrics

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(featuring all star & yo gotti)

oh [16x’s]

[all star]
yea this all star cashville’s prince
from cashville to m-town to atl
when ya in the club and its a hater in your face
go to the bar, order your grey goose, this what ya tell em’

[chorus 4x’s]
i’m on that grey goose, do i know you? no!
do i know you? no!
do i know you? no!

[verse 1: young jeezy]
i’m on that grey goose, cranberry, and that pineapple (pineapple)
and i’ll bust ya sh-t like a pineapple(pineapple)
young rich n-gg- (chea), buy the whole bar (aye)
i’m wit cashville and i’m wit all star (yeeaah)
red, white, and blue jersey wit the big star (stars)
m.v.p. biotch (biotch) i’m an all star (chea)
26 inches sittin on the chevy frame (frame)
top down (top down) i do the d-mn thang (yeeaah)
flo-masters got it soundin heavy from the rear (rear)
4-55 dude i’m outta here (chea)
got my gucci shades lookin like a rap star (star)
a buck fifty on the way call me nascar (that’s right)
cocaine white wit the antique tags
i ain’t trippin like red like gang flags (what up game)
it’s young jeezy who the f-ck wanna deal wit me (wit me)
cashville, tenn-a-key, i brought a mill wit me

[chorus]

[verse 2: yo gotti]
don’t get this sh-t confused (fused) we was neva cool (cool)
you throwin up the north(north) but i dont know you (nope)
i’m f-ckin plenty b-tches (b-tches) sippin plenty crisses (crisses)
you frowin up like a n-gg- don’t supposed too
i’m mobbin wit my tools (tools) don’t make me act a fool (fool)
but i’m a have to if ya homies can’t control you (yup)
you steppin on my shoes (shoes) breakin all the rules (rules)
can ya fight? why them n-gg-z gotta hold you?
you talk a good game (game) but i don’t wanna play (play)
i ain’t gone let ya pause (pause) you ain’t gone get away (nope)
i’ll leave ya layin flat (flat) i’ll leave ya people cryin (cryin)
you blamed it on yo high (why) cause you got flat-lined (yup)
i’m yo gotti cause (’cause) f-ck who you thought i was (was)
i really shot them choppers (choppers) i really sold them drugs (drugs)
i really mess wit star (star) we really bought the bar (bar)
we really on that goose and we don’t really f-ck wit y’all

[chorus]

[verse 3: all star]
aye yo i’m cashville’s prince but you can call me mr. star
and ya gotta forgive me if i don’t know who you n-gg-z are
i’m not just stuntin the vodka done it
this how a alcoholic act when he got lots of money (holla)
i started drinkin at the age of 12, in the club hollerin i’m rich like i’m dave chappelle
aye yo i got them straps and i’ll aim it at a n-gg-
we’ll knock a motherf-cker out and then blame it on the liquor
all star i’m in my 2-3 zone, i got a pistol in the car that’s about 2 feet long
pockets fat as f-ck yea that’s what’s up
yo n-gg-z don’t work for exxon so why you let em’ gas you up?
i’m a ball out until my casket’s shut
say bruh do me a favor, stop har-ssin us and
go that a way! i told you n-gg-z
man i’m on that grey goose and i don’t know you n-gg-

[chorus]



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