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Young Jeezy Go Getta (Feat R Kelly) HQ
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Jeezy
Young Jeezy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Young Jeezy
Young Jeezy
Composer
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Allan Wayne Felder
Allan Wayne Felder
Songwriter
Kevin Cossom
Kevin Cossom
Songwriter
Andrew Harr
Andrew Harr
Songwriter
Jermaine Jackson
Jermaine Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Runners
The Runners
Producer
Tony Rey
Tony Rey
Recording Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Gary Fly
Gary Fly
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You know we trap all day, we play all night This is the life of a, the life of a go getta (eh!) Go getta (eh!), go getta (yeah!) And in the club, you see a bad bitch; point her out (oh!) Yeah, you damn right I'm a (eh!) You damn right I'm a go getta (eh!) Go getta (eh!), go getta (yeah!) In the immediate state they callin' me Will Smith Thing on my side, you can call that Jada The boys talkin' down; yeah, we call 'em hatas I'm ballin' right now, so we'll get back to that later Be the first to admit I'm such an alcoholic Only blow that good shit, yeah, that whatchamacallit Catch me posted on the block in something exotic '07, yeah, same color Hypnotic (yeaaah) On the outside lookin', and I want in My homie did the same thing, and he got ten Just took a loss; still tryin' to win And you tryin' to get back, so what you tryin' to spend? You know we trap all day, we play all night This is the life of a, the life of a go getta (eh!) Go getta (eh!), go getta (yeah!) And in the club, you see a bad bitch; point her out (oh!) Yeah, you damn right I'm a (eh!) You damn right I'm a go getta (eh!) Go getta (eh!), go getta (yeah!) We live life on the edge like there's no tomorrow (yeah) They grind hard like there's no today They do the same shit like it's yesterday The game never stop so who's next to play? Against all odds you can place your bets Yeah, I'm just gettin' started, so I ain't done yet (naw) Risk it all, you can lose your life What else can I say? That's a hell of a price (damn) I don't under 'cause I over-stand No time for mistakes, so I over-plan I'm in the club like what? Four-five wit' me, and I'm a stay thuggin' till the feds come get me You know we trap all day, we play all night This is the life of a, the life of a go getta (eh!) Go getta (eh!), go getta (yeah!) And in the club, you see a bad bitch; point her out (oh!) Yeah, you damn right I'm a (eh!) You damn right I'm a go getta (eh!) Go getta (eh!), go getta (yeah!) Hey, hey, this is how we play When we roll up to the club high, sittin' on twenty treys Hop out like we fabulous Top models grabbin' us They love them go gettas, only in America Put D on chicks like Wallace Turn 'em, throw 'em down Thinkin' they can have all this Can't deny it when you see the wheels spinnin' Boy Kells out the coupe in Miami white linen Chips big spendin', walk out the club with a shit load a women Soon as I see one I like, I'm a get it. I'm a get it, ooh I'm a get it cause I'm a go getta You know we trap all day, we play all night This is the life of a, the life of a go getta (eh!) Go getta (eh!), go getta (yeah!) And in the club, you see a bad bitch; point her out (oh!) Yeah, you damn right I'm a (eh!) You damn right I'm a go getta (eh!) Go getta (eh!), go getta (yeah!)
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Andrew Harr, Kevin Cossom, Jermaine Jackson, Robert Kelly, Norman Harris, Allan Felder, Tanya Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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