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Young Jeezy - Me OK (Prod. By Drumma Boy)

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    Young Jeezy is back with a brand new single “Me OK” which is certified trap banger from the Atlanta rapper. This single is the first official single for his upcoming “Seen It All” album, and with production from long time collaborator Drumma Boy its a straight banger! Download Young Jeezy – Me OK (Produced By Drumma Boy) at the provided link.

    Young Jeezy - Me OK Lyrics

    First they tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK
    Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK
    Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK
    Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK
    Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK
    Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK
    On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK
    Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK

    [Verse 1]
    I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor
    Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha
    You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop
    Presidential day day, looking like two blocks
    They ain't know 2Pac when he was on Death Row
    All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo
    All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it
    One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit
    Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough
    34 a unit, nine hundred, an O
    Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip
    Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip


    [Verse 2]
    When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam
    If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?
    I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic
    Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic
    I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi
    Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy
    All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly
    With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly
    Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'
    Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'
    First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes
    That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord


    [Verse 3]
    Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale
    I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail
    You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail
    In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail
    Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames
    Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name
    Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas
    Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila
    Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador
    Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store
    Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you
    I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol



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