Chord Gitar Young Jeezy - Me OK
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Em
First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK
Em
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Em
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Em
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Em
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Em
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
Em
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Em
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
[Verse 1]
Em
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor
Em
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha
Em
You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
Em
Presidential day day, looking like two blocks
Em
They ain't know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
Em
All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo
Em
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it
Em
One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit
Em
Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
Em
34 a unit, nine hundred, an O
Em
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Em
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip
Em
First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK
Em
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Em
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Em
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Em
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Em
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
Em
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Em
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
[Verse 2]
Em
When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam
Em
If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
Em
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Em
Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
Em
I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Em
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
Em
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly
Em
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Em
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
Em
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
Em
First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
Em
That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord
Wassup
Em
First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK
Em
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Em
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Em
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Em
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Em
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
Em
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Em
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
[Verse 3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
Em
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
Em
You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail
Em
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail
Em
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames
Em
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name
Em
Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
Em
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Em
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Em
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store
Em
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
Em
I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol
Em
First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK
Em
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Em
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Em
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Em
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Em
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
Em
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Em
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
Em
First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK
Em
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Em
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Em
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Em
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Em
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
Em
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Em
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
[Verse 1]
Em
I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor
Em
Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha
Em
You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
Em
Presidential day day, looking like two blocks
Em
They ain't know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
Em
All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo
Em
All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it
Em
One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit
Em
Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
Em
34 a unit, nine hundred, an O
Em
Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
Em
Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip
Em
First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK
Em
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Em
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Em
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Em
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Em
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
Em
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Em
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
[Verse 2]
Em
When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam
Em
If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
Em
I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
Em
Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
Em
I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
Em
Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
Em
All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly
Em
With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
Em
Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
Em
Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
Em
First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
Em
That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord
Wassup
Em
First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK
Em
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Em
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Em
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Em
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Em
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
Em
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Em
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
[Verse 3]
Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
Em
I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
Em
You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail
Em
In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail
Em
Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames
Em
Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name
Em
Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
Em
Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
Em
Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
Em
Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store
Em
Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
Em
I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol
Em
First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK
Em
Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
Em
Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
Em
Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
Em
Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
Em
Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
Em
On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
Em
Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK
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