Jeezy - 679 (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Ft. Fetty Wap & Monty

(Intro)

Yeaaah baby, seventeen

Ay, ay look

(Verse: Jeezy)

Fuck around, have a twin, girl you too fine

Lookin' like an ole' thing, girl 49

100 dolla ball, hit 'em with my 2Pac

See my patna, got the midi, got 2 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 30, got the saw off

'Notha 30' and a prezzy, got 'er froze up

Still a-hop about that Bentley with that silly boy

Wood grain there lookin' like Sourimi, bwoy

(Verse 2)

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, 17 shots, no 38 x 2

(Hook)

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

(Verse 3)

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 A1

(Hook)

(Verse 4)

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

(Hook)