young jeezy – in my head lyrics
you know me, i don’t give a f-ck, i’ll headb-tt that brick
came in with niemen marcus now i’ll tell you what ain’t my n-gg-
if you steady talking then you know how to live, my n-gg-
got a whole thing in a dope bag right now n-gg- solo
just left the spot and i swear a n-gg- reek narcotics
use the formula stove, yeah, you sweating, n-gg-, eating narcotics
foreign whip, foreign b-tch, yeah, got a n-gg- hooked on phonics
got the whole kitchen smoked up like the sh-t hooked on chronic
i can’t even sleep
i got trap sh-t in my head
i can’t even eat
i got trap sh-t in my head
when i be in the club
i got trap sh-t in my head
me and shorty be making love
i got trap sh-t in my head
when i’m in my whip
i got trap sh-t in my head
stand all up in my clique
i got trap sh-t in my head
when i be seeing drugs
i got trap sh-t in my head
when i be in the club
i got trap sh-t in my head
hold up
you thought a n-gg- really wasn’t gonna talk kilo no more?
hold up
like a n-gg- hit the studio and never ever, ever sold no blow
hold up
hauling in 36 and it sounding like i’m dead for real
hold up
if i don’t fall george all off the jaeger for real
i ain’t buying no cristal
tell me what you drinking, hoe
my n-gg-s spent about ten thou’
put him in a lincoln, hoe
stove on like a steak on it
wrapped up with the tape on it
staying up with the baking soda
only the rat got a face on it
either that or a boss, n-gg- scoring or something
don’t ask me if i did it, n-gg-, i’m talking like memphis, what’s up
you got two 125s so you already know what you missing
residue in the gl-ss pot
gave my lil’ cousin 200 dollars, tell him do them dishes
i can’t even sleep
i got trap sh-t in my head
i can’t even eat
i got trap sh-t in my head
when i be in the club
i got trap sh-t in my head
me and shorty be making love
i got trap sh-t in my head
when i’m in my whip
i got trap sh-t in my head
stand all up in my clique
i got trap sh-t in my head
when i be seeing drugs
i got trap sh-t in my head
when i be in the club
i got trap sh-t in my head
this one time, this one time and i ain’t talking ’bout band camp
told man something wrong with this
check it dog, look at the d-mn stamp
this re-rock, this compress, you paid for it, you d-mn fool
the first thing they teach you on the first day of yayo school
new mechanic, i keep two, and i don’t panic, i keep cool
20 blocks at my n-gg- house, call it brick made sunday school
put together everybody money, that way everybody lasts
get to talking about a math test, that way everybody p-ss
i can’t even sleep
i got trap sh-t in my head
i can’t even eat
i got trap sh-t in my head
when i be in the club
i got trap sh-t in my head
me and shorty be making love
i got trap sh-t in my head
when i’m in my whip
i got trap sh-t in my head
stand all up in my clique
i got trap sh-t in my head
when i be seeing drugs
i got trap sh-t in my head
when i be in the club
i got trap sh-t in my head
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