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my tool - jeezy lyrics

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[hook: birdman]
give me my tool
die for my goons
cooked up the food
got the ice for the jewels
bullsh-t or hustle
money, motherf-cker
buy it ourself
private jets, motherf-cker
see, we live a luxury life
don p., pearl white
harley davis bike
n-gga, mansion on sight
do the five mikes
take the five mikes
jam the five mikes
five star and n-gga life

[verse 1: birdman]

bounce back, rebel
f-ck, going in a n-gga’s cell
i’m raising h-ll doing swell
make the mil, f-ck the mirror
make the money, f-ck who tells
make the money
flip the money
n-gga show and tell (yeah)
from the bottom
where the roaches at
hit the light switch
where the roaches scat
bounce back, h-lla choppers
more stacks, out the back
to a bus n-gga mill stack (yeah)
so she love me
so i f-ck her right
from the floor, no ceilings
what a h-lla sight
harley davis is a n-gga bike
eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred
models every night (yeah)
put the suede with the plush leather
leather so soft, n-gga do it any weather
fly in any weather
hustle in any weather
shine in any weather

[hook: birdman, jeezy on backup]

[verse 2: jeezy]
give me my tool
jizzle got it bad
he ain’t no fool
b-tch jizzle ’bout his bag
2010 droppin head, 26-inch mags
stick in the back with the 100-round mag (yeah)
call him sh-t bag, b-tch i’m mr. toilet paper
call me half a clip with the gasoline chaser
f-ck the hollow tips we make the gasoline chase you
smoke that fire sh-t, that sh-t’ll gasoline face you
that young n-gga’s heartless, he’s walking with a pacer
blue and yellow ‘maro like the indiana pacers
black with the red beam, my portland trail blazer
no playin where i’m from, we’ll f-cking trail blaze you
don’t love no b-tch
and that’s on everything i own
but i swear n-gga love every strap i ever owned
black head-to-toe with the louis v. holster
straight gangster sh-t, i match my floco porsche

[hook: birdman]

[verse 3: bun b]

n-gga this is g sh-t
straight up out the wards, from out the back of the projects
where n-ggas pull cards and choppers get pulled out
like you at the barber
fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor
this is my life (life)
a ghetto dream come true
paper plates on the benz (benz), riding so new
on some 2011 sh-t, when i come through
black paint, black seats
and the black rims, too
can you see me motherf-cker?
i’m creeping on the low though
in the big-body four-door
with the four bar logo
smokin’ purple kush rolled up
in a d-mn splif getting high as
mothaf-cka eagle dare drift
ain’t that some d-mn sh-t
and it’s true though
but it ain’t like i’m telling you
something that you ain’t knew though
so don’t get it twisted like a noodle
i’ll put one in your noodle
and leave a n-gga twisted
so what it do, bro

[hook: birdman]

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