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"Bout That" is a track by Jeezy, from the album Trap or Die 3, released 28th October 2016. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Intro: Jeezy] Yeah, ugh Man (Ugh), D. Rich what's happenin'? (Haha) Yeah For real niggas, though Best of the best, nigga, you fuckin' with the champ Know that [Chorus: Jeezy] I put them O's in the microwave (What's up?), but you ain't 'bout that there (What's up?) Talk a whole brick of white today, but you ain't 'bout that there Got that Muller on my wrist today (What's up?) but you ain't 'bout that there (Yeah) Don't make me fuck your bitch today, 'cause you ain't bout that there You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way) You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way) You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way) You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way, what's up? What's up? Let's go) [Verse 1: Jeezy] Star let the hammer go, I ain't talkin' 'bout astrology (What's up?) For any pussy got it, lil bitch you owe me an apology (Haha!) Only talkin' bout that trappin' shit, I opened up the door for that (Yeah, Young) I coulda stopped at 101, tell me who shit comin' close to that But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish (Woo) Call your clientele, say I'm 'bout to make your favorite dish (What's up, haha) My wrists can't keep my arms close, yeah I'm talkin' Arnold Schwarzenegger (Schwarzenegger) Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game (Yeah) Whoever thought it'd be a Georgia nigga? (Young) Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet (Me) Heard it's real in the field, went and bought a set of cleats (Haha!) See it in the air, nigga (Woo), yeah, the crib like Disneyland (Damn) I ain't stop since I started, guess I've been a busy man (Ayy) [Chorus: Jeezy] I put them O's in the microwave (What's up?), but you ain't 'bout that there (What's up?) Talk a whole brick of white today, but you ain't 'bout that there Got that Muller on my wrist today (What's up?) but you ain't 'bout that there (Yeah) Don't make me fuck your bitch today, 'cause you ain't bout that there You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way) You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way) You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way) You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way, what's up?) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch, I been bout it I'm gang-gang, I been solid, go Bin Laden on anybody (Yeah) Talkin' all that shit then we gon' have to talk to you in private What block you on? We gon' spin around it, leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies, goddamn And you ain't bout that life (That life), not the combat life (Uh-uh) Take the cops' advice (You should), and don't stop at lights, oh, God I'm on an all-night flight (That flight), on the wall like flies (Like flies) And I'ma ball like Mike (Like Mike), you on the side like Spike, goddamn Red handkerchief, all about this bangin' shit (Yeah) We breakin' down cocaine and shit, you best not be explainin' shit She say she 'bout that freaky shit, she love me if I hand her shit We movin' slow and thinkin' quick, you ain't about this gangsta shit, goddamn [Chorus: Jeezy; with Lil Wayne] I put them O's in the microwave, but you ain't 'bout that there Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain't 'bout that there (Yeah) Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain't 'bout that there (Haha!) You made me fuck your bitch today (Hey), 'cause you ain't bout that there (Let's go) You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way) You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way, what's up, let's go) You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way) You ain't 'bout that, you ain't 'bout that there (What's up? Tell 'em) [Verse 3: Jeezy] Bitch I'm still winnin', yeah it's like I got some trick dice (Trick dice) And if that pussy so and so then I won't hit that bitch twice You heard about what's-her-name who ran off on the plug, right? Caught him and they opened up his top like a muglite Posted in the spot, look like a zebra with these damn stripes (Young shit, nigga) Hopped out the Porsche like, "Fuck The Source" I still ain't get them five mics (What's up?) Find a nigga better, if you let a nigga know the nigga Yeah, I hear the shit they talking, it ain't like a nigga slippin' Nigga I can make it hustlin and I can make it rappin' (Yeah) On the gram with a pic, now that's a mean caption (Haha!) Now what you know about that 36 (Six), I can make it double, hoe (Double) They hit you when you ballin', they don't see you when you struggle though [Chorus: Jeezy] I put them O's in the microwave (What's up?), but you ain't 'bout that there (What's up?) Talk a whole brick of white today, but you ain't 'bout that there Got that Muller on my wrist today (What's up?) but you ain't 'bout that there (Yeah) Don't make me fuck your bitch today, 'cause you ain't bout that there You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way) You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way) You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way) You ain't 'bout that (Nah), you ain't 'bout that there (No way, what's up? What's up? Let's go)
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