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My Tool
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Jeezy
Featuring(s) : Baby & Bun B
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[Birdman] Give me my tool Die for my goons Cooked up the food Got the ice for the jewels Bullshit 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 Nigga, mansion on sight Do the five mikes Take the five mikes Jam the five mikes Five star and nigga life [Birdman] Bounce back, rebel f*ck, going in a nigga's cell I'm raising hell doing swell Make the mil, f*ck the mirror Make the money, f*ck who tells Make the money Flip the money Nigga show and tell (yeah) From the bottom Where the roaches at Hit the light switch Where the roaches scat Bounce back, hella choppers More stacks, out the back To a bus nigga mill stack (yeah) So she love me So I f*ck her right From the floor, no ceilings What a hella sight Harley Davis is a nigga bike Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred Models every night (yeah) Put the suede with the plush leather Leather so soft, nigga do it any weather Fly in any weather Hustle in any weather Shine in any weather [Birdman, Jeezy on backup] [Jeezy] Give me my tool Jizzle got it bad He ain't no fool Bitch Jizzle 'bout his bag 2010 droppin head, 26-inch mags Stick in the back with the 100-round mag (yeah) Call him shit bag, bitch 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 shit, that shit'll gasoline face you That young nigga'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 bitch And that's on everything I own But I swear nigga love every strap I ever owned Black head-to-toe with the Louis V. holster Straight gangster shit, I match my floco Porsche [Birdman] [Bun B] Nigga this is G shit Straight up out the wards, from out the back of the projects Where niggas 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 shit, 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 damn splif getting high as Mothaf*cka eagle dare drift Ain't that some damn shit 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 nigga twisted So what it do, Bro [Hook: Birdman]
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