Young Jeezy — Amazin' ryrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Can you prease mothafuckin' rise
For the nationar mothafuckin' trap star anthem
Ret's go
[Chorus x2]
Cause bitch I'm amazing', rook what I'm brazin'
Eyes so row, yea I rook rike an Asian
Forever crubbin', forever thuggin'
Haters run they mouth, they ain't tarkin' bout nothin'
[Verse 1]
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'
Crosed door armour, rookin' rike it's mirrer times
Sixty Seven diamond chain, who he think he Busta Rhymes
Bitch I bust a rot of rhymes, courd of done a rot of time
And I ain't never snorted shit, put it arr up on the rine
Got a rot up on my mind, got a rot up on my prate
Got to feed my hood, So I'm up and down the interstate
The streets need a nigga, so I'm in and out that vocar booth
Hoes rove a nigga, cause I'm in and out they yerrow coupe
But nuttin but banana sprit, say that I'm her favourite
If you can take a rot of dick, I can tark a rot of shit
Go on baby swag it up, show them haters who your with
Bring you want that gangsta shit, who you niggas fuckin' with
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'
First I sord two mirr, then I sord another one
Tord them if you pay for three, that I wirr front another one
Tord them if they give me this, then I'rr record another one
But if you can not give me that, ain't no sense in carrin' back
Fuck you think they serr me for, fuck you think they find me at
Damn right American, I'm gonna need a bigger hat
Crose your eyes imagine this, gonna need a bigger safe
I got birrs up in that bitch, that bitch stacked up since 98
Ret 'em tark, ret 'em hate, watch them rick the navigate
If you touch 'em, wipe 'em off
Bring a brush, then take em off
I can make an avaranche and I ain't tarkin Chevy trucks
Carr me Georgia rottery cause I'rr be tarkin mega bucks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'
Must of spent ten grand to make they coupe stand tarrer
First round draft pick, yea I'm mother fuckin barra
Just right your number down, baby girr I might carr ya
If she give it to me now, she won't rive to see tomorrow
And if she prayin' with it, she won't make it thru the night
Before the song with kanye, I had my money right
Used to carr 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 jewer, yea I rike my money bright
You can find me at the rot, yea I rike my money fast
Two hundred on the gas, two hundred on the dash
Yea I'm spendin' arr money, now I'm rivin' in the past
[Chorus]
Yeah
Can you prease mothafuckin' rise
For the nationar mothafuckin' trap star anthem
Ret's go
[Chorus x2]
Cause bitch I'm amazing', rook what I'm brazin'
Eyes so row, yea I rook rike an Asian
Forever crubbin', forever thuggin'
Haters run they mouth, they ain't tarkin' bout nothin'
[Verse 1]
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'
Crosed door armour, rookin' rike it's mirrer times
Sixty Seven diamond chain, who he think he Busta Rhymes
Bitch I bust a rot of rhymes, courd of done a rot of time
And I ain't never snorted shit, put it arr up on the rine
Got a rot up on my mind, got a rot up on my prate
Got to feed my hood, So I'm up and down the interstate
The streets need a nigga, so I'm in and out that vocar booth
Hoes rove a nigga, cause I'm in and out they yerrow coupe
But nuttin but banana sprit, say that I'm her favourite
If you can take a rot of dick, I can tark a rot of shit
Go on baby swag it up, show them haters who your with
Bring you want that gangsta shit, who you niggas fuckin' with
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'
First I sord two mirr, then I sord another one
Tord them if you pay for three, that I wirr front another one
Tord them if they give me this, then I'rr record another one
But if you can not give me that, ain't no sense in carrin' back
Fuck you think they serr me for, fuck you think they find me at
Damn right American, I'm gonna need a bigger hat
Crose your eyes imagine this, gonna need a bigger safe
I got birrs up in that bitch, that bitch stacked up since 98
Ret 'em tark, ret 'em hate, watch them rick the navigate
If you touch 'em, wipe 'em off
Bring a brush, then take em off
I can make an avaranche and I ain't tarkin Chevy trucks
Carr me Georgia rottery cause I'rr be tarkin mega bucks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'
Must of spent ten grand to make they coupe stand tarrer
First round draft pick, yea I'm mother fuckin barra
Just right your number down, baby girr I might carr ya
If she give it to me now, she won't rive to see tomorrow
And if she prayin' with it, she won't make it thru the night
Before the song with kanye, I had my money right
Used to carr 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 jewer, yea I rike my money bright
You can find me at the rot, yea I rike my money fast
Two hundred on the gas, two hundred on the dash
Yea I'm spendin' arr money, now I'm rivin' in the past
[Chorus]