Requested songs Sort by alphabet Sort by country Sort by year. Freddie Gibbs 18 3 A. To make sure you're not an annoying spambot, please give the correct answer to this calculation: Young Jeezy] I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two , cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team Right to your front door, operation so sweet I like little dude who keeps his money so neat But I still bury a nigga Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga Blaou Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akward Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats You could live your whole life and not come close Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast Next, they be dressing like me But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me wussup [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr. 
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Freddie Gibbs 18 3 A. Young Jeezy] I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own twocash, yeah, I'm buying my own team Right to your front door, operation so sweet I like little dude who keeps his money so neat But I still bury a nigga Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga Blaou Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akward Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats You could live your whole life and not ylung close Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast Next, they be dressing like me But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like yount wussup [Chorus: To make sure you're not an annoying spambot, please give the correct answer to this calculation: Young Jeezy] I get them bars out of the back of my mind that's how I reminisce like Mary J Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay percent served, Snowman's word You can play my thug and my clientele why I'm addicted to that new car smell Jeezzy cookies in a plastic bag New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag Whole life flash right before your eyes See the state troopers and get butterflies Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches A minute 14 and Rolex watches Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain I get a rush when I tote that 'cane Get money, Nigga fuck them haters All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers wussup [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr.
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Young Jeezy] I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own twocash, yeah, I'm buying my own team Right to your front door, operation so sweet I like little dude who keeps his money so neat But I still bury a nigga Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga Blaou Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akward Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats You could live your whole life and not come close Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast Next, they be dressing like me But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me wussup [Chorus: Young Jeezy] I get them bars out of the back of my mind that's how I reminisce like Mary J Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay percent served, Snowman's word You can play my thug and my clientele why I'm addicted to that new car smell White cookies in a plastic bag New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag Whole life flash right before your eyes See the state troopers and get butterflies Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches A minute 14 and Rolex watches Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain I get a rush when I tote that 'cane Get money, Nigga fuck them haters All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers wussup [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr.
Be the first to make a contribution! Young Jeezy] New shoes on the range rover, good one man vrrooomm Motherfuckers acting like I aint' supposed to shine I aint' the 1, definately not the 2 nope 1 in the chamber when we aming at you Blaou The young Bob Barker, the price is right If you C.
Young Jeezy] New shoes on the range rover, good one man vrrooomm Motherfuckers acting like I aint' supposed to shine I aint' the 1, definately not the 2 nope 1 in the chamber when we aming at you Blaou The young Bob Barker, the price is right If you C. Young Jeezy] New shoes on the range yiung, good one man vrrooomm Motherfuckers acting like I aint' supposed to shine I aint' the 1, definately not the 2 nope 1 in the chamber when we aming at you Blaou The young Bob Barker, the price is right If you C.
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Young Jeezy] I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own twocash, yeah, I'm buying my own team Right to your front door, operation so sweet I like little dude who keeps his money so neat But I still bury a nigga Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga Blaou Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akward Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats You could live your whole life and not come close Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast Next, they be dressing like me But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me wussup [Chorus: Young Jeezy] I get them bars out of the back of my mind that's how I reminisce like Mary J Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay percent served, Snowman's word You can play my thug and my clientele why I'm addicted to that new car smell White cookies in a plastic bag New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag Whole life flash right before your eyes See the state troopers and get butterflies Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches A minute 14 and Rolex watches Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain I get a rush when I tote that 'cane Get money, Nigga fuck them haters All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers wussup [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Snow man, get cha' hands up high It's ya' boy, Mr.
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