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jeeezy wya - bluebucksclan lyrics

[intro: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
jeeezy, what you on? yeah, i’m at the ritz
911, i need your help, i’m all alone with six (yeah, i’m come)
yeah, all these b*tches ready, ain’t gotta tell ’em sh*t (yeah)
alright get them b*tches phones, we ain’t taking pics (yeah, i did)
this the one i want to grab, would you look at this? (is she here?)
went out with my b*tch and all her fam, we finna eat real quick (what the f*ck)

why the f*ck you just saying something? can’t believe this sh*t (told i did)
but if you really got six hoes, i’m finna leave this b*tch (yеah, i do)

[verse 1: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
swear to god on my life, i do (on god)
hurry up, they singing, “evеrywhere you want me to” (yeah, i’m come)
yeah, that thick b*tch here, the one that wanted you
taking shots, throwing ass, i got ’em settled in and comfortable
i walked in, she like, “there go jeeezy”, they like, “b*tch, where?” (b*tch, where?)
b*tches on me, said she like my ladders, these the big pair (yeah)
know my hoes the coldest, d*mn i coulda been from big bear (big bear)
now this n*gga watching all my stories, think his b*tch here (big lame)

[verse 2: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
finna figure out the ones that’s f*cking, send the rest home
i just told ’em what you said n*gga, nothing less (told ’em what you said)
i think we need more b*tches, this ain’t fun yet (this ain’t fun)
b*tches greet me pulling down my pants, ain’t got a hug yet
let’s act like we gotta leave to make these b*tches go (alright)
let’s grab the stripper hoes from cheetahs, they get off at four (yeah, let’s go)
alright, n*gga, say no more (say no more)
but how my b*tch know we out? what the f*ck you pull? (i know spite)

[verse 3: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
turn the sprite to a caramel frappe, what the f*ck you pour? (i don’t know)
jeeezy, where my drank at? i’m looking for it, yeah, i know, you know (i don’t know)
i don’t touch n*ggas drank, n*gga, i don’t know
you the last n*gga i seen with it, n*gga, where it go? (where it go?)
n*gga, look up in the freezer
oh, i see it, here it go
i could round up all the b*tches, you could call me merry*go (merry*go)
knew exactly who her n*gga was, i ain’t tell her doe (i ain’t tell her doe)
[verse 4: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
their saying he used to hang with us, i don’t remember doe (i don’t remember doe)
two thousand dollar hoodie, you don’t hear me doe (ya hear)
yeah, i see you, i’m in maxfield with saint michaels on (ya see)
prada bucket, yeah that’s what type of time i’m on
let’s go out of town to crack some b*tches, we ain’t never seen
n*ggas always talking about the hoes that they never bring (never bring)
i’m on sixty seventh, getting wings at c&w (c&w)
told jeeezy, “keep stepping”, never let these n*ggas humble you
told dj, we them n*ggas let these b*tches out number you

[outro: bluebucksclan dj & jeeezy]
jeeezy, what you on? yeah, i’m at the ritz
911, i need your help, i’m all alone with six (yeah, i’m come)
yeah, all these b*tches ready, ain’t gotta tell ’em sh*t (yeah, alright)
alright get them b*tches phones, we ain’t taking pics (yeah, i did)
this the one i want to grab, would you look at this? (is she here?)
went out with my b*tch and all her fam, we finna eat real quick (what the f*ck)
why the f*ck you just saying something? can’t believe this sh*t (told i did)
but if you really got six hoes, i’m finna leave this b*tch (yeah, i do)

- bluebucksclan lyrics

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