L.m.m. Lyrics - Plies

[Intro - Young Jeezy] 

[Chorus:] 

Why y'all trippin, I'm just fine 

Twelve forty five, 'bout that time 

Couldn't get it all week, time to unwind 

Drank like tank, blew my mind 

This shit crazy, way too packed 

Rosetti baby, waste two stacks 

Hottest thing in the lot, that there mine 

Can't spell sober, lose my mind 

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[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy] 

I'm hearin' voices in my head think I'm schizophrenic 

I swear they sayin' lets get it from another planet 

Thirty six thousand times I'm doin' summer salts 

Do it right and you can leave ya whole summer off 

I'm out my mind, yeah a nigga seein' double ya'll 

Tell me what's the chance of jeezy fuckin' both of ya'll 

She sad as long as we can do it with ya ice on 

If that's the case we might as well leave the lights on 

I'm out my mind, just blew a thousand swisher sweets 

In my black and orange charger, call it trick or treat 

It ain't nothin' to a boss, my goons got goons 

House stupid dumb big, my rooms got rooms 

[Chorus] 

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[Verse 2 - Plies] 

Guess what my momma told me, she hate my partnas 

Guess why she hate em though, 

'Cause all of 'em robbin' 

Fuck the police, 'cause all of 'em problems 

White girls fun, 'cause all of 'em swallow 

Why I ain't fuck her at the house, 'cause the bitch holla 

And where the pill man at, he need a blue dolphin 

All broke ass nigga, stop cock blockin' 

Security, I need help 'cause the bitch stalkin' 

A half fuckin' mill, that's what the whip cost me 

One-hundred dollars, that's what the pussy cost me 

And when the nigga start hatin', that's when the nigga lost me 

Fantastico, that's what the hoes call me 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy] 

Drop the top, no bra, got da titties out 

Mention my name and bring the whole city out 

Doin' what I do best, d-boy stuntin' 

New car, old money, d-boy stuntin' 

Step in cleaner then a new glock-40 

Nickname in the A, strapped up shorty 

You know my nerves bad, trigger like a toothpick 

Line wrapped around the corner, boy too big 

G-O, black shades and my black chains 

But if you wouldn't understand,it's a black thing 

You know we drink that rozay 'til we black out 

Wake up, drink some more, pass back out 

[Chorus]