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YOUNG JEEZY lyrics : "What They Want"

[Spoken:]
I told ya'll ^!$$%'s I was gonna come back hard man
You ain't heard this Sh*t since thug motivation okay

Hey hey hey

[Verse 1:]

Hoes ain't sh*t
The money ain't nothing
And if I nothing then it gotta be something

And if it ain't something then it gotta be nothing
And if he ain't showed the cash then he gotta be bluffin'
My dog hit me up he said he gotta lick he gotta bad jump shot so

He might shoot a brick
Talkin reckless on my line now that's a tecnical foul
Don't know what the fu*k I'm talkin' bout I'm hangin' up right now

^!$$% you ain't Nick Cannon and this ain't wildin' out
I'm playin' my position I ain't tryna foul out
Instant replay yeah we bout to find out

Hey where the referee I need to call a time out
You know


[Chorus:]
If young is what they want
Then young is what they gettin'

They ask me what I do and I say teachin' for a livin'
What you say ^!$$%?
And I can show you how to make mill right now

And I can show you how to make a mill right now
If young is what they want
Then young is what they gettin'

They ask me what I do and I say teachin' for a livin'
What you say ^!$$%?
And I can show you how to make mill right now

And I can show you how to make a mill right now
YOUNG


[Verse 2:]
Said he just touched down
And he needa touch down

Second time he called today I think he goin' all the way
36 yard line we goin' for the first down
Fed's playin' defence everytime they come around

We goin' to the supabowl if I make this field goal
I understand you got me round this time we need a 3
He trippin' bout that extra point that means he want that extra joint

Then chill and bring my extra cash next time I see ya extra $$#
Huddle up call the play yeah I'm playin' quaterback
4 way 2way bte I bring a quater back

Weigh it up bag it up pass it to my runnin' back
My dog short on my pay that's a flag
You know


[Chorus]


[Verse 3:]
Ninth innin' bases loaded I'm goin' for the grand slam
Tax free tax free ain't givin' sh*t to uncle sam

Yeah we playin' softball we playin' softball
Yeah I'm playin softball the color golf balls
Catch me in the out field that's a whole lotta of grass

Tryna buy the frachise that's a whole lotta cash
Damn right I'm savin' up think I might buy the team once I get my bounty up
Tryna get my money clean

Focus quick watch the pitch can't afford anothe strike if I can make it through this
Sh*t then I can play another night
Money right money right I gotta get my money right

First I gotta get these o's so make sure you wrap em tight

[Chorus]

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