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[CLEAN] Jeezy & DJ Drama - Put The Minks Down (feat. 42 Dugg)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Vocals
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Raphael Oliviera
Raphael Oliviera
Songwriter
Erik Ortiz
Erik Ortiz
Songwriter
Kevin Crowe
Kevin Crowe
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Claudio Gizzi
Claudio Gizzi
Songwriter
Romano Musumarra
Romano Musumarra
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Producer
Cee Copeland
Cee Copeland
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Ayo (ayo) Tell them to put the minks down on the floor (tell them to put the minks down on the floor) So, we can walk in here like Kings (so we can walk in here like Kings) Big steppas only (big steppas only) Dugg, what up, dog? (Dugg, what up, dog?) Snowman holla at me (Snowman holla at me) Put the minks down No, for real summertime all the freaks out (freaks out) Nottingham still slapping off of three five Young nigga probably beat the feds three times (three times) And I kept it solid, nigga, each time I'm 10 out of 10 still trying to free mines This ain't a regular Benz, it's a S6 (S6) Get money, fuck hoes, and stretch shit (stretch shit) Y'all ain't even see my best yet I got now, fuck the next nigga (fuck the next nigga) I ain't even gotta check niggas One thing for certain, a nigga play with me, he die in a hurry (in a hurry) 50k a piece, bro fighting a murder and they retired my jersey But I still get off the bench (get off the bench) Glock teal with a switch, still hitting licks Everybody calling Dugg da nigga Big homie, but the littlest nigga Living legend in the flesh (flesh) Had a million dollars back when I was wearing Guess (damn) 250 three times, guess I had a Nina left Hundred in the dope panel, got it leaning the left (haha) Pyrex glass handle, yeah, shout out to my chef (chef) Kitchen fork, warm water, yeah, shout out to myself (woo) Send it on a paper towel, but I'ma need some plastic (plastic) Weight these flip those, yeah, we doing gymnastics, on me (yeah) Count a million with my eyes close And I can whip a whole one with a blindfold (blindfold) And I can, get it to ya nigga next day, air (air) Where ya at nigga, next day, there (haha) Black tape nigga grey tape, seal (seal) Street razor with the V cut, peel (peel) God bless ya, here's a scorpion stamp (stamp) Young Virgil, yeah, the Off-White, champ If somebody woulda told me two decades ago (if somebody woulda told me two decades ago) That that music we was makin' in the 44 (that that music we was makin' in the 44) Will be ringing off in front of 25 thousand (will be ringing off in front of 25 thousand) Night after night (night after night), all cell phone lights up (all cell phone lights up) Word for word like a religion (word for word like a religion) I woulda told 'em you though d–
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, Raphael Ramos Oliveira, Claudio Gizzi, Composer Author Unknown, Erik Ortiz, Kevin Crowe, Jay Jenkins, Romano Musumarra Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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