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Jeezy – 679 lyrics
Yeaaah baby, seventeen Ay, ay look
Fuck around, have a twin, girl you too fine Lookin’ like an ole’ thing, girl forty-nine, one hundred dolla ball
Hit ’em with my 2Pac See my patna, got the midi, got two spots
Baby, take ’em jeans off, leave ’em heels on
Yeah, I’m fuckin’ you tonight, that my theme song
We on that R.Kell and that big bout to beat it up like a young Ali
She a real bitch so she want a real nigga
Fuck her good, cuss her out that’s how ya deal wit ‘er
She a terrorist she like to blow my phone up
What ya doing with them lips ya got yo own cup
Did all ’em units for the thirty, got the saw off ‘Notha thirty’ and a prezzy, got ‘er froze up
Still a-hop about that Bentley with that silly boy
Wood grain there lookin’ like Sourimi, bwoy
Baby girl, you’re so damn fine though
I’m tryna know if I could hit it from behind though
I’m sippin’ on you like some fine wine though
And when it’s over, I press rewind though
You talkin’ bands, girl, I got it Benjamin’s all in my pocket
I traded in my trues for some robins
He playing Batman, Fetty’s gonna rob him
I got a Glock in my ‘rari, seventeen shots, no thirty eight by two
I’m like, yea, she’s fine
Wonder when she’ll be mine
She walk past
I press rewind to see that ass one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us Ay, yeah baby
Tell me what you see Is it money or it’s me?
I smoke twenty, smell the weed I got hunnies in my V
They like, Monty, can you be my baby daddy?
I’m like yeah I got robins on my jeans, you see the wings on every pair
All you see is Remy Boyz, you know my niggas everywhere
And if somebody got a problem, we could meet up anywhere
Now go say some’ don’t you niggas play dumb
You know where we came from
You don’t want sauce, no
She a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine
She ain’t nothing like them bimbos
If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here
Blowin’, pluck it out the window DJ playin’
Press rewind, got her singin’ every time
Take a high note for me girlfriend
Got my city lookin’ rude
I ain’t diddy I ain’t moved
But I think I need a girlfriend she feelin’ great as I’m talkin’ to her
She a Remy girl so I’m gonna pursue her
I brought a lot of loud, lot of Remy to sip on
Thousand dollars when I get my tip on I’m off her, asked her if her fatty real
She said that’s all her, got her with the happy feel
I’m bout to spoil her, got her with the happy feel
I’m bout to spoil her, oh my

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