Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Eskimo, artist - Young Jeezy. Date of issue: 01.09.2014
Song language: English
Black Eskimo |
| All the nigga talk ‘bout bricks and birds |
| Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers |
| AP, Rolex, he’s a professional |
| They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo |
| In a black full length mink, getting this money |
| Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga |
| IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store |
| Strike a pose with them hoes like «look at me!» |
| '04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don’t fold up |
| 2 door, 250 |
| Bitch you better open my door when I roll up |
| Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks |
| Had the ticket, was the man in the city |
| Had the city so motherfuckin hot |
| Damn near bought a fan for my city |
| Hey you talkin' bout |
| Used to get money with the milli, OG shared his cell with |
| If he tell you anything |
| Then he’ll tell you nigga that I ain’t ever tell shit |
| Ain’t no need to be excited, I ain’t ever been indicted |
| Pussy nigga I ain’t told shit |
| The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit |
| Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl |
| Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!) |
| Talkin' ‘Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything |
| Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco |
| Took his thing in the club like he’s Plaxico |
| Always fresh from head to toe |
| Know his name in the mall nigga? |
| Every Sto' |
| All the nigga talk ‘bout bricks and birds |
| Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers |
| AP, Rolex, he’s a professional |
| They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo |
| I ain’t talk to be talking |
| I don’t talk to just talk |
| Snow say something y’all better listen up |
| You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler |
| Nigga you icing out your wrist or what? |
| Yeah, I got a few trophies |
| Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman |
| I’m so motherfucking high up in this bitch |
| I swear I’m thinking ‘bout diving |
| 5 quarters on chill |
| Wrist looking like a grill, nigga Mike Jones (who?) |
| You gone learn ‘bout this niggas |
| Loaned sperm out these niggas |
| What they is nigga? |
| my clone |
| Gotta keep the grass cut |
| Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons |
| The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit |
| And you can tell these niggas Mike home |