Young Jeezy - Amazin' [RATE PLEASE] LYRICS: Yeah Can you please motha fuckin rise For the national motha fuckin trapstar anthem Lets go
[Chorus] Cuz bitch im amazin Look what im blazin Eyes so low Yea i look like an asian Forever Thuggin Forever Thuggin Haters run they mouth They aint talkin bout nothin Cuz Bitch im amazin Look what im blazin Eyes so low Yea i look like an asian Forever Thuggin Forever Thuggin Haters run they mouth They aint talkin bout nothin Cuz Bitch im amazin
Closed door armor Lookin like its miller times Sixty Seven diamond chain Who he think he busta rhymes Bitch i bust alot of rhymes Could of done alot of time And i aint never snorted shit Put it all up on the line Got alot up on my mind Got alot up on my plate Gotta feed my hood So im up and down the interstate The streets need a nigga So im in and out that vocal booth Hoes love a nigga Cuz im in and out they yellow coupe But nuttin but banana split Say that im her favorite If you can take alot of dick I can talk alot of shit Go on baby swag it up Show them haters who your with Bring you want that gangsta shit Who you niggas fuckin with
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First i sold two mill Then i sold another one Told them if you pay for three That i will front another one Told them if they give me this Then ill record another one But if you can not give me that Aint no sense in callin back Fuck you think they sell me for Fuck you think they find me at Damn right american Im gonna need a bigger hat Close your eyes imagine this Gonna need a bigger safe I got bills up in that bitch That bitch stacked up since 98 Let em talk Let em hate Watch them lick the navigate If you touch em Wipe em off Bring a brush Then take em off I can make an avalance And i aint talkin chevy trucks Call me georgia lottery Cuz ill be talkin mega bucks
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Must of spent ten grand to make they coupe stand taller First round draft pick Yea im mother fuckin balla Just right your number down Baby girl i might call ya If she give it to me now She wont live to see tommarow And if she playin wit it She wont make it thru the night Before the song with Kanye I had my money right Used to call me vice grips Yea i get my money tight Now its time to re up Then i make my money white You can catch me at my jewel Yea I like my money bright You can find me at the lot Yea i like my money fast Two hundred on the gas Two hundred on the dash Yea im spendin all money Now im livin in the past