Jeezy (Young Jeezy)

Jeezy (Young Jeezy) - G-wagon lyrics

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Uh, yeah

Uh, whoop-whoop, trey

Aye this one right here ain't even about the money bruh



Already know, yeah

Let's do this shit one more time on these niggas man

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah



Uh, I said I hopped up out that g-wagon

Glock got my Balmain jeans sagging

Uh, and my wrist look like a disco

Uh, translation I'm the shit ho

Uh, half a ticket at your mama house

Uh, in all 20's in your mama couch

Uh, we drop them bitches in the microwave

Uh, I made a million with that microwave



Trey right back to shining on these pussy niggas

Uh, been a minute, perfect timing on these pussy niggas

Uh, ask about me state to state, bitch ain't nothing to fake

Uh, they know my new estate, yeah it got a lake

Bitch got a camera phone and she taking pictures

Bitch I'm shell shocked, it's making me suspicious

Right outside the spot, I'm like "f**k em"

And if I cut the nigga off you know I didn't trust him



Uh, I said I hopped up out that g-wagon

Glock got my Balmain jeans sagging

Uh, and my wrist look like a disco

Uh, translation I'm the shit ho

Uh, half a ticket at your mama house

Uh, in all 20's in your mama couch

Uh, we drop them bitches in the microwave

Uh, I made a million with that microwave



These bitches on me, huh

These bitches want me, huh

They ain't gonna holler at you niggas cause you phony, huh

Well you ain't never lie

Yeah bitch I'm certified

I lost a million ran up, shit left me traumatized

You out here ball capping you like them rap niggas

I'm in the zone wrapping, I'm like them trap niggas

I'm sitting on new leather, I'm screaming "who better?"

You came with that nigga? Bitch you should do better

What's happening?



Uh, I said I hopped up out that g-wagon

Glock got my Balmain jeans sagging

Uh, and my wrist look like a disco

Uh, translation I'm the shit ho

Uh, half a ticket at your mama house

Uh, in all 20's in your mama couch

Uh, we drop them bitches in the microwave

Uh, I made a million with that microwave



Arm and hammer, here we go, here we go

He gon' be mad at him (why?) water on the floor

Told my jeweler "go make it flow", that water on my wrist

Canary diamonds in that motherf**ker, I like yellow piss

Uh, glass handle, glass pot

Bounce back, yeah, I'm sir miss a lot

Looking at my Rollie, that bitch say 6 o'clock

That duffle bag from Wal-Mart that bitch hold 60 blocks, trey



Uh, I said I hopped up out that g-wagon

Glock got my Balmain jeans sagging

Uh, and my wrist look like a disco

Uh, translation I'm the shit ho

Uh, half a ticket at your mama house

Uh, in all 20's in your mama couch

Uh, we drop them bitches in the microwave

Uh, I made a million with that microwave



I just want to give a shoutout to all the niggas that turned their back on me.

All the niggas that switched sides on me.

All the niggas that ran to the other side like the grass is greener.

Haha I want to shout out you pussy niggas, you'll see me ball.

You will see me ball, you bitch ass niggas what's happening?
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