YOUNG JEEZY LYRICS

YOUNG JEEZY LYRICS
"Amazin'"

[Intro]
Yeah
Can you please [bad word]  rise
For the national [bad word]  trap star anthem
Let's go

[Chorus x2]
Cause [bad word] I'm amazing', look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low, yea I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin', forever thuggin'
Haters run they mouth, they ain't talkin' bout nothin'

[Verse 1]
Cause [bad word] I'm amazin'
Closed door armour, lookin' like it's miller times
Sixty Seven diamond chain, who he think he Busta Rhymes [bad word] I bust a lot of rhymes, could of done a lot of time
And I ain't never snorted [bad word]  put it all up on the line
Got a lot up on my mind, got a lot up on my plate
Got to feed my hood, So I'm up and down the interstate
The streets need a [bad word]  so I'm in and out that vocal booth
Hoes love a [bad word]  cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe
But nuttin but banana split, say that I'm her favourite
If you can take a lot of [bad word]  I can talk a lot of [bad word] Go on baby swag it up, show them haters who your with
Bring you want that gangsta [bad word]  who you niggas [bad word]  with

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Cause [bad word] I'm amazin'
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 I'll record another one
But if you can not give me that, ain't no sense in callin' back [bad word] you think they sell me for, [bad word] you think they find me at [bad word] right American, I'm gonna need a bigger hat
Close your eyes imagine this, gonna need a bigger safe
I got bills up in that [bad word]  that [bad word] 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 avalanche and I ain't talkin Chevy trucks
Call me Georgia lottery cause I'll be talkin mega bucks

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Cause [bad word] I'm amazin'
Must of spent ten grand to make they coupe stand taller
First round draft pick, yea I'm mother [bad word] balla
Just right your number down, baby girl I might call ya
If she give it to me now, she won't live to see tomorrow
And if she playin' with it, she won't 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 it's 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 I'm spendin' all money, now I'm livin' in the past

[Chorus]