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Jeezy - Here We Go (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Songwriter
Simon Park
Simon Park
Songwriter
Donald Cannon
Donald Cannon
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Producer
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Producer
Cee Copeland
Cee Copeland
Recording Engineer
Tony Rey
Tony Rey
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Damn, turn me up a little bit Goddamn, Cannon Y'ain't fuckin' around, boy, yeah Here we go (let's go) Chopper, hold them fifties by the door (door) Bitch, I got blue hundreds on the floor (woo) Arm and hammer run, I'm at the store (talk that shit, nigga) Sick of nightmares of being poor (yeah) That's evil, I can smell it on your shirt (ayy) That's cut, 'cause I can smell it on the work (woo) My uncle used to tell me, "Know your worth" (worth) My grandma used to make me go to church (let's go) Times get hard, still believe in God (God) Know some niggas down in Broward still believe in fraud (woo) Preacher told me that I need to live my life with grace (grace) Lawyer wanted 20 'fore he even touched the case (damn) B-Boy you be talkin' that shit 'cause I'm out the gutter (gutter) And I was talkin' that shit when I came out my mother (woo) Before he took his first breath, I lost my only brother (on God) We motherfuck the world raw, I lost my only rubber (let's go) Now they gon' tell you that I really wasn't 'bout that ('bout that) Like I ain't have a whole mill' before the contract Like I ain't stand up in that kitchen catching contact (woo) Hey, I ain't like it so I had to make a comeback (let's go) Here we go Chopper, hold them fifties by the door (door) Bitch, I got blue hundreds on the floor (woo) Arm and hammer run, I'm at the store (talk that shit, nigga) Sick of nightmares of being poor (yeah) That's evil, I can smell it on your shirt (ayy) That's cut, 'cause I can smell it on the work (woo) My uncle used to tell me, "Know your worth" (worth) My grandma used to make me go to church (let's go) They tell you anything and y'all believe it too I believe in me, nigga, do you believe in you? (You) Million crabs in the barrel, boy, I never knew (damn) Let one leave up out the barrel, shit they'll never do (nah) Another man's opinion is never my reality I never follow niggas, not my personality The hustle dead and I call them niggas casualties (killed) I did it my way, that's probably why they mad at me Now they gon' try to tell you I was never with that (with that) Like I ain't hit the interstate and go and get that (get that) Like I ain't hit Chaquita house and go and split that Like I ain't do this by myself and they resent that Here we go (let's go) Chopper, hold them fifties by the door (door) Bitch, I got blue hundreds on the floor (woo) Arm and hammer run, I'm at the store (talk that shit, nigga) Sick of nightmares of being poor (yeah) That's evil, I can smell it on your shirt (ayy) That's cut, 'cause I can smell it on the work (woo) My uncle used to tell me, "Know your worth" (worth) My grandma used to make me go to church
Writer(s): Don Cannon, Sean Aaron Momberger, Simon Park, Jay W Jenkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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