| Young Jeezy
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| Yeah, I can believe dat
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| CTE, who else, nigga?
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| And ya boy, Kells
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| Okay 87−32, what it do?
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| Dat’s right, keep clappin', y’all
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| Kinky, I gotchu, hommie
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| Let’s get 'em, Jeezy, let’s get it
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| You know we tap all day, we play all night
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| This is the life of a, the life of a
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| Go getta, go getta, go getta
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| And in the club you see a bad bitch, point her out
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| Yeah, you damn right, I’m a, you damn right, I’m a
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| Go getta, go getta, go getta
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| First I buss a right, then I buss a left
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| Music so loud, I almost went deaf
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| Hit the sweet once and then I hold my breath
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| Smoke every cigarello 'till it ain’t nuttin' left
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| Got 50 in the clip, 20 grand in my pocket
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| Money so big, I don’t even need a wallet
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| 72' Impala, same color as the pills
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| Red, white and blue, the same colla as the bills
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| Here we go again, it’s the mothafuckin' remix
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| Whole car smoked up, now I can’t see shit
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| Heater on my waist, got the sac in the back
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| Got the whole Escalade smellin' like the pack, go gett’em, bitch
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| Yo, we tap all day, we play all night
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| This is the life of a, the life of a
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| Go getta, go getta, go getta
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| And in the club you see a bad bitch, point her out
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| Yeah, you damn right, I’m a, you damn right, I’m a
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| Go getta, go getta, go getta
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| I’m in the triple black, convertible GT Bentley
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| Trill Under Ground King, got the Queen right wit me
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| And things right wit me and dat thang right on me
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| I’m a one stop shop and a one man army
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| Wit the F3000 and the F350
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| Seven send you to heaven fo' bein' so shifty
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| We work up on the triple beam and wait on the 4 way
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| I hit the highway, ya way pimpin' wit my yay, there’s no way
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| Dat anybody the scold you and then holla at the effey
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| These streets have me codin' zones see more sessay
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| My seven Jizzy James and Pimp C is my friend
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| So you can take dat to the grave or the bank, we in a
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| We tap all day, we play all night
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| This is the life of a, the life of a
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| Go getta, go getta, go getta
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| And in the club you see a bad bitch, point her out
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| Yeah, you damn right, I’m a, you damn right, I’m a
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| Go getta, go getta, go getta
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| Niggas is too frail, you either snake or a new snail
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| My heart is cold as the new jail
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| Everywhere I go they beggin' me
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| But one wrong decision can destroy ya legacy
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| Let me see, I can break 'em down and take longer to slow sail
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| Im’a chill fo' a minute, sit on 'em and hoe sail 'em
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| Business is just fine, none of ya folks tellin'
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| Shouldn’t have it any other way when you coke sellin'
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| I don’t know what it is, guess we was raised differently
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| Blowin' hayes, standin' on the couch Roseye drippin'
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| Air forces, it’s hard then my lofe sweater
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| D-Block, ya boy 'Kiss is a go getta
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| We tap all day, we play all night
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| This is the life of a, the life of a
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| Go getta, go getta, go getta
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| And in the club you see a bad bitch, point her out
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| Yeah, you damn right, I’m a, you damn right, I’m a
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| Go getta, go getta, go getta |