Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Function, artist - Young Jeezy. Date of issue: 06.01.2013
Song language: English
Function |
| Ay, ay bitch, try this |
| Guaranteed turn a square to a bi bitch |
| You ain’t down b-b-bye bitch |
| I ain’t got time for playing, I’m just sayin' man |
| We out here trynna function |
| We out here trynna function |
| We out here trynna function |
| We out here trynna function |
| We out here trynna function |
| We out here trynna function |
| I ain’t got time for playing, I’m just sayin' man |
| We out here trynna function |
| We out here trynna function |
| We out here trynna function |
| We out here trynna function |
| We out here trynna function |
| We out here trynna function |
| I ain’t got time for playing, I’m just sayin' man |
| We out here trynna function |
| We out here trynna function bitch |
| You fuckin' off my high, get up out my mix |
| You messin' up my vibe I’m trynna get some crevice |
| Put her in my ride, take her to the Ritz |
| I’m toasted and sloppy, I fuck with broccoli Bacardi |
| 151 out my body, about that green like wasabi |
| Like Young Bari we mobbin' |
| We bossy back the fuck off me |
| Getting' money my hobby, not getting' money is not |
| Only rappers I listen to is E-40 and Pac |
| I’m havin' my revenue playa havin' this guap |
| On my fly, big nigga shit man I stay laced and groomed |
| I spray myself with sucka repellent my nigga not perfume |
| Anything you got I can sell to hustla’s, think I can’t? |
| Gift of gab sell the white house black paint |
| Word candy, S-L-A-N-G |
| Thinkin' about taking a million dollar insurance policy out on my mouthpiece |
| BIATCH! |
| Ay bitch OK bitch |
| It’s Uncle Earl and the HBK bitch |
| Misson: the game, they already know that we ballin' |
| I’m comin' straight out the Rich, I got family down in New Orleans |
| Where you from you say you lyin' |
| Out here we say that you jawsin' |
| You probably thought this never would happen |
| My niggas been called an alcoholic, when sippin' that liquor |
| Oh I’m drunk as hell |
| Fuckin' with a lil' bitch over in Vallejo |
| Got a whole pack of pre-rolled young L’s |
| And I’m never down to uno, pockets on sumo |
| Hater’s respect the pedigree, baller heavily |
| A phony homie I’ll never be for methamphetamine |
| That means it’s crack ho |
| Young G hotter than Tabasco |
| I smash hoes, collect 200 and pass go |
| My flow so Lamborghini yo shit’s a Rav-4 |
| Now you understand why everything I do I gas ho |
| Suzie! |
| Nigga! |
| I’m out here trynna function, out here trynna function |
| Don’t talk to me bitch if we ain’t buckin' |
| Yea I’m a asshole, I don’t give a fuck though |
| Skip the bullshit like wussup with some suck though |
| I go too much, make you bitch choose up |
| Niggas getting' mad nigga what you gon' do |
| If he think he too tough |
| You know I keep two tucked |
| If I don’t fight that mean I’m comin' back to shoot |
| Ridin' in the car, lookin' for a bad bitch |
| Man she got some tits |
| Yea she gotta be dumb cute |
| Got her number text her phone like «baby what you doin'» |
| She was like «Nothing much you should come through» |
| I got dick for days, I got dick for days |
| Made her take off her work and gave her dick for days |
| Push it to my brain, to my temple bitch |
| And I don’t like these hoe’s I give 'em dick for dem, whoop |