YOUNG JEEZY LYRICS
"Amazin'"

[Intro]
Yeah
Can you please [bad word]  rise
For the national [bad word]  trap star anthem
Let's go
 [bad word] x2]
Cause [bad word] I'm amazing', look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low, yea I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin', forever thuggin' [bad word] they mouth, they ain't talkin' bout nothin'

[Verse 1]
Cause [bad word] I'm amazin'
Closed door armour, lookin' like it's miller times
Sixty Seven diamond chain, who he think he Busta Rhymes [bad word] I bust a lot of rhymes, could of done a lot of time
And I ain't never snorted [bad word]  put it all up on the line
Got a lot up on my mind, got a lot up on my plate
Got to feed my hood, So I'm up and down the interstate
The streets need a [bad word]  so I'm in and out that vocal booth
Hoes love a [bad word]  cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe
But nuttin but banana split, say that I'm her favourite
If you can take a lot of [bad word]  I can talk a lot of [bad word] Go on baby swag it up, show them haters who your with
Bring you want that gangsta [bad word]  who you niggas [bad word]  with
 [bad word] 

[Verse 2]
Cause [bad word] I'm amazin'
First I sold two mill, then I sold another one
Told them if you pay for three, that I will front another one
Told them if they give me this, then I'll record another one
But if you can not give me that, ain't no sense in callin' back [bad word] you think they sell me for, [bad word] you think they find me at [bad word] right American, I'm gonna need a bigger hat
Close your eyes imagine this, gonna need a bigger safe
I got bills up in that [bad word]  that [bad word] stacked up since 98
Let 'em talk, let 'em hate, watch them lick the navigate
If you touch 'em, wipe 'em off
Bring a [bad word]  then take em off
I can make an avalanche and I ain't talkin Chevy [bad word] Call me Georgia lottery cause I'll be talkin mega bucks
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3]
Cause [bad word] I'm amazin'
Must of spent ten grand to make they coupe stand taller
First round draft pick, yea I'm mother [bad word] balla
Just right your number down, baby girl I might call ya
If she give it to me now, she won't live to see tomorrow
And if she playin' with it, she won't make it [bad word] the night
Before the song with kanye, I had my money right
Used to call me vice grips, yea I get my money tight
Now it's time to re up, then I make my money white
You can catch me at my jewel, yea I like my money bright
You can find me at the lot, yea I like my money fast
Two hundred on the gas, two hundred on the dash
Yea I'm spendin' all money, now I'm livin' in the past
 [bad word]