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YOUNG JEEZY - Then What (ft. Mannie Fresh) Lyrics

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Fre-fre-fre-fresh

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay, chea, let's get it



First I'm gone stack my flo' and then what?

Then I'm gone stack some mo' and then what?

Close shop then I do my count

Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house and then what?



Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars, yeah

Hit the club and get one of dem broads and then what?

It's a wrap, we on the way to the house

By 3:45 I be kickin' her out, hey



Patty cake, patty cake, microwave

These suckas make a square, goddamn I'm paid

I'm so cool but I'm so hot and I'm

I'm so fly and you, you're so not, nope



Show me what you're workin' wit just like that, like that

Turn around, bend over, bring it back, bring it back

Slow Mannie, Mannie Fresh, bring it back, bring it back

It's Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a wrap



Wrapped up in the club, yeah, I'm so crazy

These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze

I tried to tell 'em but these niggaz ain't hearin' me

Mossberg Pump ridin' shotgun literally, damn



Live from the projects, you know what it is

Ay, Snowman, can I get a ad lib?

Get the club crunk, can't take that from me

Ain't dropped yet, still got a lil' jon money



First I'm gone stack my flo' and then what?

Then I'm gone stack some mo' and then what?

Close shop then I do my count

Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house and then what?



Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars, yeah

Hit the club and get one of dem broads and then what?

It's a wrap, we on the way to the house

By 3:45 I be kickin' her out, hey



I see ya lookin' with ya lookin' ass

Catch Snowman in the kitchen wit his cookin' ass, chea

I'm so clean but I'm so grindin', alright

So dirty but yet, I'm so shinin'



My nigga, Kiki B, told me finish my meal

Def Jam, seven figures we can finish the deal, yeah

Some say I lucked up, I call it perfect timing, yeah

Nigga, I can't lose, the whole city's behind me



Go



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Ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay, let's get it



First I'm gone stack my flo' and then what?

Then I'm gone stack some mo' and then what?

Close shop then I do my count

Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house and then what?



Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars, yeah

Hit the club and get one of dem broads and then what?

It's a wrap, we on the way to the house

By 3:45 I be kickin' her out, hey



I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares

We pop Cris', my niggaz and still drink beer

What did you expect man, I came from nothin'

Real street nigga, wouldn't change for nothin'



Got my niggaz out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling

Three car garage wit the twelve foot ceiling

It oughta be a crime, just to feel this good

I swear it oughta be a crime just to be this hood



First I'm gone stack my flo' and then what?

Then I'm gone stack some mo' and then what?

Close shop then I do my count

Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house and then what?



Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars, yeah

Hit the club and get one of dem broads and then what?

It's a wrap, we on the way to the house

By 3:45 I be kickin' her out, hey
 

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