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Tear It Up
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Jeezy
Young Jeezy
Vocals
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
Lloyd
Lloyd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tracey Sewell
Tracey Sewell
Songwriter
Renaldo Whitman
Renaldo Whitman
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Lloyd Polite
Lloyd Polite
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Midnight Black
Midnight Black
Producer
Nico Solis
Nico Solis
Recording Engineer
Wesley Copeland
Wesley Copeland
Assistant Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Jeezy? What up? Where you at? Shit, I'm in the hood where you Think I'm at man you know, shit Still comin' over? Ay man, what I tell you earlier man, I'll be through there man Mmm, I've been waitin' for you since you left me S-s-s, that's how you feel? Yeah Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home I'ma tear dat pussy up She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on So as I hit the do' she already know it's on I'ma tear dat pussy up Two logs two shots of Patron Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs I'ma tear dat pussy up Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning I'ma tear dat pussy up Got one baby mama, no bitch, no wife Like pac, ya need a thug in your life, yeah A young nigga to straight come through and beat it up Let yo man be the freak, he can eat it up Shorty got that fire she ain't let me down yet, nope Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet, wet, damn Baby good with her mouth, says the right things Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things If she a bad bitch, y'all ready know Face like Trina and an ass like Jacki-o, ohh Got a gangsta on a mission, mission Best believe I know all the right positions, that's right She like it slow from the front, fast from the back, back Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back I'm young and thuggin', I don't give a fuck He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home I'ma tear dat pussy up She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on So as I hit the do' she already know it's on I'ma tear dat pussy up Two logs two shots of Patron Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs I'ma tear dat pussy up Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning I'ma tear dat pussy up Me and shawty in the coop, Lord knows she's a star, star For some strange reason she likes to do it in the car, damn She ain't the type that be runnin' her mouth, nope So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house, hey Let her play matter wit slick, when we in the bedroom She like to play with the stick, yeah I know just how to handle her, how? No amateur baby, I got stamina, yeah Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin' to the beat, beat Legs vibratin', now she messin' up my sheets, ha haa Got a fistful of hair and a fistful of ass, ass She came first, I came last, roll the grass, hey Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home I'ma tear dat pussy up She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on So as I hit the do' she already know it's on I'ma tear dat pussy up Two logs two shots of Patron Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs I'ma tear dat pussy up Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning I'ma tear dat pussy up We pull bad hoes, rip them, push them to the side 'Cuz real players, keep reserves when it's clutch time Matter fact, my bottom bitch love to ride pine She know when daddy leave the block, that it's cut time I'm in the trenches, gettin' riches wit my comrades We fold hoes up, like slacks in the player path Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that ass fat, uh huh Fresh kicks on your feet, ya I'm diggin' that Slick consako, yo boys slingin' wood bitch You want that straight drop dick Come to the hood bitch I like to scout them ghetto hoes up in 20 grand 'Cuz them the ones be wit that freaky shit man Two drinks, three beans, now she rollin' man The tool in her throat, I'm just tonsil patrollin' man True pro's with this shit, we ain't new jacks We drill hoes and switch 'em up like fitted caps Red dawgs at my trap got me 4 a half a stone See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home I'ma tear dat pussy up She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on So as I hit the do' she already know it's on I'ma tear dat pussy up Two logs two shots of Patron Grey Goose got me loose, tripple stack in my lungs I'ma tear dat pussy up Stand up at the trunk, gettin' my grown man own Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning I'ma tear dat pussy up
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Renaldo Whitman, T Sewell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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