[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]When they see me off in trafficThey say, Jeezy on some other shitSend them pussy niggasRunnin' straight back to the dealershipMe, I'm in my spaceship, that's right I work for NasaThis Fnh is not a fraudCall that bitch my bodyguard"Call that bitch your bodyguard?"Yeah, thats my bodyguardWear a lot of jewelryYoung don't do securityWhat's whiter than a napkinHarder than a dinner plateIf you want it come and get itYou know I stay super-straightRan up in my spots and nowI'm working out the Super 8Know you niggas hungryCome and get a super plateY'all sing happy birthdayYeah I got that super cakeHundred karat braceletI use it like some super bait[Hook - Young Jeezy]I put on for my city, on on for my cityI put on for my city, on on for my cityPut on, East sidePut on, South sidePut on, West side[Verse 2 - Young Jeezy]Hat back, top backAin't nothin' but a young thugHks, Ak's, I need to join a gun clubBig wheels, big strapsYou know I like it super-sizedPassenger's a redbone, her weave look like some curly friesInside fish sticks, outside tartar saucePocket full of celery, imagine what she tellin' meBlowin' on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smokedRidin' to that Trap or DieThe realest shit I ever wroteThey know I got that broccoliSo I keep that Glock on meDon't get caught without oneComing from where I'm fromCall me Jeezy HamiltonFlying down CampbelltonSo fresh, so cleanOn my way to Charlene[Hook][Verse 3 - Kanye West]I feel like there's stillNiggas that owe me checksI feel like there's stillBitches that owe me sexI feel like thisBut niggas don't know the stressI lost the only girlIn the world that know me bestI got the money and the fameAnd that don't mean shitI got the Jesus on a chainMan that don't mean shitCause when the JesusPieces can't bring me peaceSure I need just at leastOne of Russell's nieces onI let my nightmares goI put on everybody that I knew from the GoI know hoes that was frontin'When they knew he was brokeThey say, damn, easy Yeezy, you don't know us no moreYou got that big fame, homieAnd you just changed on meYou can ask big, homie, man the top so lonelyI ain't lying. So lonely, I ain't lyin'Let me see what we have tonightI'm high as a satelliteI see those flashing lightsCause every night, I put on
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[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
When they see me off in traffic
They say, Jeezy on some other shit
Send them pussy niggas
Runnin' straight back to the dealership
Me, I'm in my spaceship, that's right I work for Nasa
This Fnh is not a fraud
Call that bitch my bodyguard
"Call that bitch your bodyguard?"
Yeah, thats my bodyguard
Wear a lot of jewelry
Young don't do security
What's whiter than a napkin
Harder than a dinner plate
If you want it come and get it
You know I stay super-straight
Ran up in my spots and now
I'm working out the Super 8
Know you niggas hungry
Come and get a super plate
Y'all sing happy birthday
Yeah I got that super cake
Hundred karat bracelet
I use it like some super bait
[Hook - Young Jeezy]
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, East side
Put on, South side
Put on, West side
[Verse 2 - Young Jeezy]
Hat back, top back
Ain't nothin' but a young thug
Hks, Ak's, I need to join a gun club
Big wheels, big straps
You know I like it super-sized
Passenger's a redbone, her weave look like some curly fries
Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce
Pocket full of celery, imagine what she tellin' me
Blowin' on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smoked
Ridin' to that Trap or Die
The realest shit I ever wrote
They know I got that broccoli
So I keep that Glock on me
Don't get caught without one
Coming from where I'm from
Call me Jeezy Hamilton
Flying down Campbellton
So fresh, so clean
On my way to Charlene
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Kanye West]
I feel like there's still
Niggas that owe me checks
I feel like there's still
Bitches that owe me sex
I feel like this
But niggas don't know the stress
I lost the only girl
In the world that know me best
I got the money and the fame
And that don't mean shit
I got the Jesus on a chain
Man that don't mean shit
Cause when the Jesus
Pieces can't bring me peace
Sure I need just at least
One of Russell's nieces on
I let my nightmares go
I put on everybody that I knew from the Go
I know hoes that was frontin'
When they knew he was broke
They say, damn, easy Yeezy, you don't know us no more
You got that big fame, homie
And you just changed on me
You can ask big, homie, man the top so lonely
I ain't lying. So lonely, I ain't lyin'
Let me see what we have tonight
I'm high as a satellite
I see those flashing lights
Cause every night, I put on
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