Deja Vu - Remix
Turn up bruh
Yeah, let's go
Aye
Let's do it
Aye
What that boy say? Aye
Look
JTeezyOnDaBeat
You know I'm official, that's me on the tag
Haha, I had to brag
But we ain't gon' dwell on the past
Pull up, put the beat in a cast
I fucked up the game, lag
Might go get my daughter a Jag
Damn, I did it again
Miscounted my money
Fuck it, I'm mad
You know I got shooters for the hitlist
Put a couple in the trunk, make ya misfit
Pull ya camera out, you don't wanna miss this
Got a thick yellow bitch tryna get dick
She wanna eat me in the morning like Bisquick
Bamboos in the trunk, that's a big stick
Niggas know not to play with my money
For the cheese, I'll pull up and swiss shit
I'm Ray Lewis in the booth with a hit stick
Bitch walked in asked where the blunts at
Knowin' damn well Skee got a Runtz pack
Bitch I really used to make the shit jump back
Bitch we shot at you, you ain't even dump back
Ain't no more room on my motherfuckin' nut sack
Take it easy on 'em Boochie, nigga fuck that
Take it easy on 'em Boochie, nigga fuck that
These bitches know I'm the rawest
Tell them lil hoes fall back like August
Too much drip like faucet
Know I'm makin' em sick they nauseous (Aye)
Fly as a bird they hate that I'm flashy
You want the box
Just know that I'm taxin'
I'm Ready to bump
I'm really bout action
You niggas be broke
You really ain't trappin'
I'm takin' off through the roof
I like my hundreds all blue
That nigga a hoe and you knew
Told me to remix this bitch, so I did number two
Shittin' on you niggas, I'm 'bout to let loose
Damn, your nigga tryna knock off my boots, damn
Pussy too wet like a pool, yeah
He tryna swim in it, cruise, damn
I got the juice, fuck Bishop
Hand them lil hoes some tissue
I'm kinda toxic, got issues
He wanna eat, you know what I did? Ungh
Put that lil cat on the menu
He lick his fingers, I'm bout my chips like a Pringle
I'm livin' single
Baby I'm a player, I like to mingle
I'm a big star, I like to twinkle, damn
These bitches know I'm the rawest
Tell them lil hoes fall back like August
Too much drip like faucet
Know I'm makin' em sick they nauseous (Aye)
Fly as a bird they hate that I'm flashy
You want the box
Just know that I'm taxin'
I'm Ready to bump
I'm really bout action
You niggas be broke
You really ain't trappin'
I treat my Glock like my I.D
I pull up, I shoot a movie like Spike Lee
Havin' so many straps like we dykin'
She suck the dick with a whole lot of spit, she triflin'
Punchin' the packs like Mike I'm Tyson
Big Yavo be fly like a pilot
Run up the check in my dope boy Nikes
I'm havin' drip, Michael Phelps my stylist
I'm on the block, Michael Strahan aye
Nigga want smoke, I'll go get the K then
I'm feelin' like Chris, everybody be hatin' aye
I keep my Smith like Jaden (Aye)
I keep my Smith like Will
And these nigga be nerds like Carlton
I ain't doin' no biting, no barkin'
I don't eat my veggies, want beef, no squashin'
Pull up in Detroit and I shoot like the Pistons
Aye we havin' sticks like switches
I tell her be quiet, she listen aye
My outfit leakin', what that mean? I'm drippin'
We movin' weight, we liftin'
I'm sellin' perkies on Sunday like a Christian
Spoiled like Clifford, I'm tippin' aye
She want some jewelry, I'll take her to Tiffany's
Like a dyke I stay strapped with a dick
We'll slide where he stay, hop out hit his ass with a stick
Quit the cappin' and get in your shit
We was really in them Bricks everyday tryna find us a lick
If a fuck nigga get out his body
We up with rocket and knock that boy shit out the socket
Never seen you in the Projects, why flex like you 'bout it?
You know me, I stay with a Shotty
If you cappin' that's gon' get you stepped on
Free my young niggas, I swear I ain't seen em in that long
And that Drac it's gon' take out his backbone
We we roll up, you know it be that strong
I'm in this bitch working hard like a slave
Don't wanna rap I'm already gettin' paid
And we brought them brooms in this bitch like a maid
You know I'm raw with this shit, D. Wade
I got niggas on the block working hard, Yao Ming
Play with my folks and I'm clearing the scene
The dick out the Glock real long, limousine
Bro in the trap steady serving the fiends
I'm turnt like a Rasta
My bitch she a model and smart as fuck, she a scholar
Pull up and shoot at his collar
If he with his partner they both gotta go to the doctor
Young nigga so fly like a plane
I could've fuck that lil hoe but I just got some brain
That shit wouldn't be the same
that bitch would've tripped then probably try to fight my main
If he play, get hit with a tool
Take what? Bitch you must be a fool
Ain't no play it get deadly
Pull up in a Chevy and show a lil bitch what it do
I'm having drip like mops, nigga play with the clique get zipped like locs
Freaky lil bitch meet her match like socks
I got two of em now had to twin them Glocks
Tasmania gang cause they'll spin them blocks
And load that chop, and work that bitch like Kamtek
Lil hoe tryna lay up and fuck, hoe I'm tryna get bucks
I don't want no damn sex
I'm tryna get it, I bought me a Cricket
A phone and I got that bitch jumping like Bledsoe
I hit 1, 2, 3, lil bitches in a row and another lil hoe like Connect 4
These niggas rats, the fuck they gotta check for?
We whack headshots, the fuck you got a beat for?
All on that hoe, the fuck your got her neck for?
You know we getting cash, the fuck we gotta flex for? (Trap)
I'm tryna get to the cheese
If I ever go broke I'ma squeeze and rob and shit
He play, I'ma hit his ass 9 to 5 times like he got a job and shit
Turning dreads to a bob and shit, rollin' opps up I'm Bob Marley shit
Gorilla Grind, we a party bitch
I remember we was starving bitch
Now it's entrees, Rihanna's and Beyoncé's and artillery for gun play
(Boom, boom)
Look, I'm tryna make me a million
Rapping and dealing, more than one way
And them niggas gone kill ya
I ain't gotta pay, they step on the love, shit we come from the rug
If she ain't giving head, get the boot like Lugs
If she ain't giving head, get the book like drugs
She got a nice dude you gotta see it through the skull
She can tell that you pie, she see through you thug
How the fuck you ain't strapped but you say you the plug?
You must want your folks to see you in blood
Cause niggas be jackin', I'm one of em (Yeah)
Niggas be stackin', I'm one of em (Yeah)
Niggas be lackin' I ain't one of em, a nigga try me
I swear to God I'ma burn somethin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, yeah
So Icey nigga
Fly as a bird they hate that I'm flashy
You want the box
Just know that I'm taxin'
I'm Ready to bump
I'm really bout action
You niggas be broke
You really ain't trappin'
Yeah, let's go
Aye
Let's do it
Aye
What that boy say? Aye
Look
JTeezyOnDaBeat
You know I'm official, that's me on the tag
Haha, I had to brag
But we ain't gon' dwell on the past
Pull up, put the beat in a cast
I fucked up the game, lag
Might go get my daughter a Jag
Damn, I did it again
Miscounted my money
Fuck it, I'm mad
You know I got shooters for the hitlist
Put a couple in the trunk, make ya misfit
Pull ya camera out, you don't wanna miss this
Got a thick yellow bitch tryna get dick
She wanna eat me in the morning like Bisquick
Bamboos in the trunk, that's a big stick
Niggas know not to play with my money
For the cheese, I'll pull up and swiss shit
I'm Ray Lewis in the booth with a hit stick
Bitch walked in asked where the blunts at
Knowin' damn well Skee got a Runtz pack
Bitch I really used to make the shit jump back
Bitch we shot at you, you ain't even dump back
Ain't no more room on my motherfuckin' nut sack
Take it easy on 'em Boochie, nigga fuck that
Take it easy on 'em Boochie, nigga fuck that
These bitches know I'm the rawest
Tell them lil hoes fall back like August
Too much drip like faucet
Know I'm makin' em sick they nauseous (Aye)
Fly as a bird they hate that I'm flashy
You want the box
Just know that I'm taxin'
I'm Ready to bump
I'm really bout action
You niggas be broke
You really ain't trappin'
I'm takin' off through the roof
I like my hundreds all blue
That nigga a hoe and you knew
Told me to remix this bitch, so I did number two
Shittin' on you niggas, I'm 'bout to let loose
Damn, your nigga tryna knock off my boots, damn
Pussy too wet like a pool, yeah
He tryna swim in it, cruise, damn
I got the juice, fuck Bishop
Hand them lil hoes some tissue
I'm kinda toxic, got issues
He wanna eat, you know what I did? Ungh
Put that lil cat on the menu
He lick his fingers, I'm bout my chips like a Pringle
I'm livin' single
Baby I'm a player, I like to mingle
I'm a big star, I like to twinkle, damn
These bitches know I'm the rawest
Tell them lil hoes fall back like August
Too much drip like faucet
Know I'm makin' em sick they nauseous (Aye)
Fly as a bird they hate that I'm flashy
You want the box
Just know that I'm taxin'
I'm Ready to bump
I'm really bout action
You niggas be broke
You really ain't trappin'
I treat my Glock like my I.D
I pull up, I shoot a movie like Spike Lee
Havin' so many straps like we dykin'
She suck the dick with a whole lot of spit, she triflin'
Punchin' the packs like Mike I'm Tyson
Big Yavo be fly like a pilot
Run up the check in my dope boy Nikes
I'm havin' drip, Michael Phelps my stylist
I'm on the block, Michael Strahan aye
Nigga want smoke, I'll go get the K then
I'm feelin' like Chris, everybody be hatin' aye
I keep my Smith like Jaden (Aye)
I keep my Smith like Will
And these nigga be nerds like Carlton
I ain't doin' no biting, no barkin'
I don't eat my veggies, want beef, no squashin'
Pull up in Detroit and I shoot like the Pistons
Aye we havin' sticks like switches
I tell her be quiet, she listen aye
My outfit leakin', what that mean? I'm drippin'
We movin' weight, we liftin'
I'm sellin' perkies on Sunday like a Christian
Spoiled like Clifford, I'm tippin' aye
She want some jewelry, I'll take her to Tiffany's
Like a dyke I stay strapped with a dick
We'll slide where he stay, hop out hit his ass with a stick
Quit the cappin' and get in your shit
We was really in them Bricks everyday tryna find us a lick
If a fuck nigga get out his body
We up with rocket and knock that boy shit out the socket
Never seen you in the Projects, why flex like you 'bout it?
You know me, I stay with a Shotty
If you cappin' that's gon' get you stepped on
Free my young niggas, I swear I ain't seen em in that long
And that Drac it's gon' take out his backbone
We we roll up, you know it be that strong
I'm in this bitch working hard like a slave
Don't wanna rap I'm already gettin' paid
And we brought them brooms in this bitch like a maid
You know I'm raw with this shit, D. Wade
I got niggas on the block working hard, Yao Ming
Play with my folks and I'm clearing the scene
The dick out the Glock real long, limousine
Bro in the trap steady serving the fiends
I'm turnt like a Rasta
My bitch she a model and smart as fuck, she a scholar
Pull up and shoot at his collar
If he with his partner they both gotta go to the doctor
Young nigga so fly like a plane
I could've fuck that lil hoe but I just got some brain
That shit wouldn't be the same
that bitch would've tripped then probably try to fight my main
If he play, get hit with a tool
Take what? Bitch you must be a fool
Ain't no play it get deadly
Pull up in a Chevy and show a lil bitch what it do
I'm having drip like mops, nigga play with the clique get zipped like locs
Freaky lil bitch meet her match like socks
I got two of em now had to twin them Glocks
Tasmania gang cause they'll spin them blocks
And load that chop, and work that bitch like Kamtek
Lil hoe tryna lay up and fuck, hoe I'm tryna get bucks
I don't want no damn sex
I'm tryna get it, I bought me a Cricket
A phone and I got that bitch jumping like Bledsoe
I hit 1, 2, 3, lil bitches in a row and another lil hoe like Connect 4
These niggas rats, the fuck they gotta check for?
We whack headshots, the fuck you got a beat for?
All on that hoe, the fuck your got her neck for?
You know we getting cash, the fuck we gotta flex for? (Trap)
I'm tryna get to the cheese
If I ever go broke I'ma squeeze and rob and shit
He play, I'ma hit his ass 9 to 5 times like he got a job and shit
Turning dreads to a bob and shit, rollin' opps up I'm Bob Marley shit
Gorilla Grind, we a party bitch
I remember we was starving bitch
Now it's entrees, Rihanna's and Beyoncé's and artillery for gun play
(Boom, boom)
Look, I'm tryna make me a million
Rapping and dealing, more than one way
And them niggas gone kill ya
I ain't gotta pay, they step on the love, shit we come from the rug
If she ain't giving head, get the boot like Lugs
If she ain't giving head, get the book like drugs
She got a nice dude you gotta see it through the skull
She can tell that you pie, she see through you thug
How the fuck you ain't strapped but you say you the plug?
You must want your folks to see you in blood
Cause niggas be jackin', I'm one of em (Yeah)
Niggas be stackin', I'm one of em (Yeah)
Niggas be lackin' I ain't one of em, a nigga try me
I swear to God I'ma burn somethin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, yeah
So Icey nigga
Fly as a bird they hate that I'm flashy
You want the box
Just know that I'm taxin'
I'm Ready to bump
I'm really bout action
You niggas be broke
You really ain't trappin'
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