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(feat. Young Jeezy) [Jadakiss:] You know I love the style on ya Blue forty caliber Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger And I'm still in and out Got it so I'm spending out Dope boy so I never have a problem in a drought Don't take too much work if you can't manage that In case u run out of empties use sandwich bags Play with the hand u was dealt That's why I ride the track til it melts I can care less how you feel how u felt I done spent niggas rent money on belts Threesomes in the trunk I'm fucking for the wealth And the hood ask about me I'm something else [Young Jeezy:] I ain't even did nothing And it look like I'm trafficking You see these blood diamonds Sir my chain African Speaking of my chain Need to get a job Letras de cancionesGet the fuck up out my neck Serve [? ] to Barack Whatever that you do look Don't get caught That stash get low ya ass might get bought Ok I'm over it let's talk about something else I said I'm over it I think I'm buying something else Leave everyday like a thug holiday Suffocate a nigga bout my j. holiday To make a movie bout my doc holiday Son strapped 365 even holidays From Letras Mania