Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Or Alive, artist - Young Jeezy. Album song Trappin' Ain't Dead, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Agency 99
Song language: English
Dead Or Alive |
They want it, I got it, damn right I’ma flaunt it |
Do anything you want, just don’t get up on it |
Them O.G.'s raised, you know them streets made me |
Equipped with the gator, drive these young bitches crazy |
Baby that’s crazy, more like a straight jacket |
We stack it all up, and then we Greenbay pack it |
Never in ya life seen this many rubber bands |
Never in ya life seen this many hundred grands |
Now dippin' in the paint, you ain’t seen this money man |
The soul I would assume, but you was in the room |
Money so dirty gotta sweep it with a broom |
Plus you got 'em Jigga trickin' early afternoon |
Go hard on my liver, feel sorry for my bladder |
I stop when I die, bitch it don’t even matter |
Dead or alive, I’m in ya top five |
Even ask ya hoe, bet I’m in ya bitch ride |
Everybody be cool, I ain’t tryna make a scene |
First new Camaro that the city’s ever seen |
And that bitch clean, and that bitch runnin' |
I ain’t got a bitch so I treat her like my woman |
I tell her slow down, now baby speed up |
Gon' show ya ass, let them haters see us |
Red, white and blue stones, yeah the chain’s like hey |
South by say, I gave my jeweler one-eighty |
My folks get it in like the Coast Guard lay |
That’s why my crib lookin' like a postcard baby |
Tell 'em what you think of me, so far lady |
Clip so long it need a chauffeur baby |
Go hard on my liver, feel sorry for my bladder |
I stop when I die, bitch it don’t even matter |
Dead or alive, I’m in ya top five |
Even ask ya hoe, bet I’m in ya bitch ride |
Everybody be cool, I ain’t tryna make a scene |
First new Camaro that the city’s ever seen |
And that bitch clean, and that bitch runnin' |
I ain’t got a bitch so I treat her like my woman |
I tell her slow down, now baby speed up |
Gon' show ya ass, let them haters see us |
Red, white and blue stones, yeah the chain’s like hey |
South by say, I gave my jeweler one-eighty |
My folks get it in like the Coast Guard lay |