Testo Over Here - Jeezy feat. Bun B
Testo della canzone Over Here (Jeezy feat. Bun B), tratta dall'album Tha Streetz Iz Watchin'
We gettin money over here, what it do pimpin
See y'all boys lookin but y'all niggas ain't tippin
Hold up aye, yeah it's somethin wrong wit it
If ya money gone nigga be the fuck on wit it
Don't worry bout, what the fuck we smokin over here
Don't worry bout, what the fuck we drankin over here
Don't worry bout, who the fuck is standin over here
Don't worry bout, how the fuck we dancin over here
I'm in the new SL, deala tag still on it
And these pussy niggas hatin cuz all the hoes want it
She asked me why I look so mean
I said the Benz just do sum to my self-esteem
Nigga I'm the shit, and if I ain't
Y'all let me think what I think
Matter fact tell the waitress let me drink what I drank
Yeahhh, nigga think I ain't
No need to brag
Man these hoes love Jeezy they just like my swag
The way I do my thang
I'm just a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass chain
We gettin money over here, what it do pimpin
See y'all boys lookin but y'all niggas ain't tippin
Hold up aye, yeah it's somethin wrong wit it
If ya money gone nigga be the fuck on wit it
Don't worry bout, what the fuck we smokin over here
Don't worry bout, what the fuck we drankin over here
Don't worry bout, who the fuck is standin over here
Don't worry bout, how the fuck we dancin over here
Now if ya feelin like a pimp dog, go on brush ya shoulders off
You trappin lil daddy, go on get them boulders off
Aye, and I'mma teach ya how to stunt
As soon as my niggas roll up these blunts
She said she like my demeanor
Between me and you I think she diggin my beamer
Love the way a lil nigga spit so slick
Plus she heard I got a big dick, that's it
Yeah, put it on me girl
Matter fact tell ya friends to put it on me girl
Gangsta shit we got dro in the air
Bottles of Cris, Grey Goose e'rywhere
We gettin money over here, what it do pimpin
See y'all boys lookin but y'all niggas ain't tippin
Hold up aye, yeah it's somethin wrong wit it
If ya money gone nigga be the fuck on wit it
Don't worry bout, what the fuck we smokin over here
Don't worry bout, what the fuck we drankin over here
Don't worry bout, who the fuck is standin over here
Don't worry bout, how the fuck we dancin over here
I got a stable full of hoes and a trap full of dealers
A house full of guns and a clique full of killers
I'm heavy in the street wit a rep long as Ol' Nash
I hit a hater wit the heat from a cold gat
We posted up on the block like a street light
Watchin the money move, makin sure I eat right
Dollar for dollar, and dime for dime
We out here hustle for hustle, nigga grind for grind
We got them nines and them halves
Even them whole thangs, ridin on the ave
Ballin for dough mayne, and we all in the dope game
Buyin and sellin, you haters spyin and tellin
But what is my niggas yellin
We gettin money over here, what it do pimpin
See y'all boys lookin but y'all niggas ain't tippin
Hold up aye, yeah it's somethin wrong wit it
If ya money gone nigga be the fuck on wit it
Don't worry bout, what the fuck we smokin over here
Don't worry bout, what the fuck we drankin over here
Don't worry bout, who the fuck is standin over here
Don't worry bout, how the fuck we dancin over here
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Writer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Jay W. Jenkins, Demetrius L. Stewart
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