YOUNG JEEZY - Everything Back lyrics
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I’m bringing back that black bandana
Tucked tailor arm hammer, a hundred deep in _______
Every club in Atlanta
Man the shit off in this bowl got me helicopter high
But this shit off in this bowl keep me helicopter fly
I’m bringing back that black bandana
Tucked tailor arm hammer, a hundred deep in _______
Every club in Atlanta
Man the shit off in this bowl got me helicopter high
But this shit off in this bowl keep me helicopter fly
I’m bringing back that black bandana
Tucked tailor arm hammer, a hundred deep in _______
Every club in Atlanta
Man the shit off in this bowl got me helicopter high
But this shit off in this bowl keep me helicopter fly
Kellogg’s on the scale, turnt the clientele
We talking blowing money fast
I live to tell the tale
Sold my Chevy, pulled up in that 9 11
The bricks was 22, that’s two 9s for 11
All white, tan, Amber Rose
I’m talking 36’s white as Russel ‘s toes
Water whipping, bag it, flip it
If you can pull up, get them 9, that’d be terrific
I’m bringing everything back
Flew out of town, stole the pack
I pray to God it make it back
I’m bringing everything back
Sold it all then doubled back
And spend it on another sack
I’m bringing everything back
Fuck bitches, get money
Stay away from all the rats
I’m bringing everything back
Pumping all this weight got me copping coupes back to back
Pull up at the crib
Welcome to the gangster party
Nothing in my driveway but Porsches, Benzes and Ferarris
They talk it, I live it, they rap it, I did it
I wrapped it and shipped it, ran up a half a ticket
Bought it in Compton and sold that shit in South Memphis
Hit my first lick and moved mama out the hood
Son’s trap booming hard so mama living good
You ever counted so much paper that you got scared?
You ever cashed the plug out, 300 big head?
Connect said where’s the weigh
I said I’m on the way
I’m bringing everything back
Flew out of town, stole the pack
I pray to God it make it back
I’m bringing everything back
Sold it all then doubled back
And spend it on another sack
I’m bringing everything back
Fuck bitches, get money
Stay away from all the rats
I’m bringing everything back
Pumping all this weight got me copping coupes back to back
Water, stove, bowl, lock
I’m in this motherfucker, rolling life like blocks
I got the kill tec on me nigga, right now
And when you pull up to the spot
Had to ride them out
Vacuum, sealer, press them, seal them
Give me your cashier in advance, address and I’mma send them
You ain’t got no fucking plug, you niggaz working in the middle
You ain’t got no fucking plug, you niggas working in the middle
Trap nigga in Balenciagas, my bitch a problem, nigga what’s the problem?
Charge you at full throttle, new hellcat, me and Mike Dodger
Me and Snow and my nigga Carbon got the carbon on him with the cartridge on it
Happy days, free Boosie Boo
Real street money, nigga we salute
I’m bringing everything back
Flew out of town, stole the pack
I pray to God it make it back
I’m bringing everything back
Sold it all then doubled back
And spend it on another sack
I’m bringing everything back
Fuck bitches, get money
Stay away from all the rats
I’m bringing everything back
Pumping all this weight got me copping coupes back to back
