Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Preach , by - Young Jeezy. Release date: 01.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Preach |
| Zaytoven |
| Ayeeeee |
| You know what up |
| It’s Dolph |
| Never trust a bitch, never trust a nigga |
| I don’t fuck with these niggas cause they shady |
| These bitches they just wanna have my baby |
| Born in the 80s, crack baby |
| Mama she was in the streets so guess who raised me (the streets) |
| You muthafuckin' right couldn’t get it from my mama so I got it off the block |
| Been working my whole life but I ain’t never punched the clock |
| 9 years old I seen a nigga get shot, damn |
| Niggas quick to run their mouth when they get jammed |
| Pussy ass nigga tell it on his own fam (pussy) |
| Same nigga that you break your neck for |
| Be the same nigga that cross you out and wet you up |
| Post to be chasin' money but you chasin' bitches |
| Real bosses don’t talk we just sit back and listen |
| Stack that paper up then make boss moves |
| She like to argue so I sent that bitch to law school |
| Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach) |
| Same bitch that claim she love you she’ll set you up (Preach) |
| Out here in these streets it ain’t no such thing as love (Preach) |
| The only thing I trust is this pistol and these slugs (Preach) |
| Real nigga shit, only what I do and speak, if he don’t work all he a fuckin' |
| leech (Preach) |
| I ain’t got shit for a nigga, ain’t nothing in this muthafuckin' world free |
| (Preach) |
| Zay got the muthafuckin' bass thumpin, Dolph got the muthafuckin' trap jumpin |
| Doors to the trap open, Ill sell you something |
| Hell nahh don’t ask, I ain’t frontin nothing |
| I fucked yo bitch then told her Ill see you around |
| Dolph just skipped town with 2 hunnid thou |
| Dolph just poured a 8 in a 2 liter pop |
| They say Dolph addicted to these streets just like his pops |
| Addicted to hustlin' I can’t stop (can't stop) |
| Won’t stop (won't stop), can’t stop |
| Never hear me complaining bout what I ain’t got |
| Cause if I want it I’m a go get it |
| Free my nigga Yo Diddy |
| Got Paper Route tatted on yo ho titty |
| Same nigga you gettin' high with he really yo enemy |
| Everyday niggas cross they patnas out for benjamins |