
Link Up Jeezy (Ft. Beenie Man & Ty Dolla $ign)
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[Produced by DJ Mustard]
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na
Pour up, we gone drink up
Roll up, light the weed up
Hoes down, G's up
All the real ones link up
[Bridge: Beenie Man + (Jeezy)]
Everybody put your hands up
Cause its a rude bwoy link up
Smoke some weed and den we drink up
That's how the real ones link up
(That's how the real ones link up)
That's how the real ones link up
(That's how the real ones link up)
That's how the real ones link up
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Real nigga, bitch, I do real shit
Fuckin' with a real one, get your ass dealt with
Talkin' Glock 4 with the kickback
While I'm on the couch, champagne by the 6-pack
Stars on the ceiling bitch, think she in a spaceship
Stones in the Rollie bitch, think she on a day ship
A-Town stayed down, interrogated, not a sound
Soon as them birdie land, ship them bitches outta town
But when you catch the local niggas
Foreign cars at a red light
Caramel thing, yeah them big booty, red type
Where them bad bitches who always ask you what your bread like?
We don't even trip, we just ask 'em what their head like
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na
Pour up, we gone drink up
Roll up, light the weed up
Hoes down, G's up
All the real ones link up
[Bridge: Beenie Man + (Jeezy)]
Everybody put your hands up
Cause its a rude bwoy link up
Smoke some weed and den we drink up
That's how the real ones link up
(That's how the real ones link up)
That's how the real ones link up
(That's how the real ones link up)
That's how the real ones link up
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Real nigga, bitch, I do real shit
Fuckin' with a real one, get your ass dealt with
Talkin' Glock 4 with the kickback
While I'm on the couch, champagne by the 6-pack
Stars on the ceiling bitch, think she in a spaceship
Stones in the Rollie bitch, think she on a day ship
A-Town stayed down, interrogated, not a sound
Soon as them birdie land, ship them bitches outta town
But when you catch the local niggas
Foreign cars at a red light
Caramel thing, yeah them big booty, red type
Where them bad bitches who always ask you what your bread like?
We don't even trip, we just ask 'em what their head like
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