Jeezy and DJ Drama - Bruh

I been getting it since the sixth grade (yeah)
Uh, shit

Let me see if some of y'all can relate (this motherfucker
Like '05 visions (yeah)
Hunnid deep, every nigga with a champagne bottle (I'll give it to 'em)
(Yeah) Snoman shirts for everybody

Yeah, you already know, bruh
You done seen this shit before, bruh
Haters wanna see you dead, bruh
Bitches, they just want your bread, bruh
Tryna dodge the blue and red lights
Rollie looking like some headlights
Call my traphouse the bakery
That's where they keep the bread right (Gangsta Grillz)

I been getting it since the sixth grade (sixth grade)
Water whippin' I'm the best out (yeah)
VVS, yeah, the water stone typa shit to make you stick your chest out
Left the lot bought a gold chain (gold chain)
Water boiling talkin' Lo Mein (yeah)
You love money but you hate fame (hate fame)
Gotta pocket full now that's loose change
Paper looking like a notebook (notebook)
Chinchilla flow need a coat hook (woo)
See I graduated from the dope game (dope game)
A dope beat, I write a dope hook (yeah)

Tell them niggas this a hit, bruh (hit, bruh)
Tell them bitches this a hit, bruh (hit, bruh)
Jizzle back talkin' shit, bruh
Swear them niggas snappin' like a pit, bruh

You already know, bruh
You done seen this shit before, bruh
Haters wanna see you dead, bruh
Bitches they just want your bread, bruh
Tryna dodge the blue and red lights
Rollie looking like some headlights (headlights)
Call my traphouse the bakery
That's where they keep the bread right, look

Bank account like a phone number (yeah)
I just gave your bitch the wrong number (woo)
I don't fuck with no fuck niggas, you the type a nigga get along with 'em (yeah)
So what that really say about you?
What the streets say that might be true
Real nigga nothing like y'all, if the kitchen funky spray Lysol, look

You can tell them niggas this a hit, bruh (hit, bruh)
Tell them bitches this a hit, bruh (hit, bruh)
D Rich on his shit, bruh
Swear he got it poppin' like a zit, bruh (yeah)
Pray to God the forty hittin' too
Backstabbing niggas gettin' sued
Take 'em out the hood, have 'em living good
Spend up all his money then sue, look

You already know, bruh
You done seen this shit before, bruh
Haters wanna see you dead, bruh
Bitches they just want your bread, bruh
Tryna dodge the blue and red lights
Rollie looking like some headlights (headlights)
Call my traphouse the bakery
That's where they keep the bread right, look

Hahaha
I got my mojo back, baby
Oh, behave
Snowman
Who me?
Mr. Thanksgiving

Written by:
Dwayne Richardson, Jay Jenkins

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