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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Jeezy
Young Jeezy
Vocals
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
Lloyd
Lloyd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tracey Sewell
Tracey Sewell
Songwriter
Renaldo Whitman
Renaldo Whitman
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Lloyd Polite
Lloyd Polite
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Midnight Black
Midnight Black
Producer
Nico Solis
Nico Solis
Recording Engineer
Wesley Copeland
Wesley Copeland
Assistant Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Red Dogs at my trap got me for a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home (I'ma tear that **** up)
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on
So as I hit the door, she already know it's on (I'ma tear that **** up)
Two logs, two shots of Patron
Straight Goose got her loose, triple stack in the song (I'ma tear that **** up)
Talking dirty on the chart, gettin' my grown man on
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning (I'ma tear that **** up)
[Verse 2]
Got one baby mama, no ****, no wife
Like Pac, ya need a thug in your life (Yeah)
A young **** to straight come through and beat it up
Let yo man be the freak, he can eat it up (Ha ha)
Shorty got that fire, she ain't let me down yet (Nope)
Got a Aquafina flow, call it wet wet (Damn)
Baby good with her mouth, says the right things
Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things (Ha ha)
And she a bad ****, y'all already know
Face like Trina, and an **** like Jacki-o (Oh)
Got a gangsta on a mission (Mission)
Best believe, I know all the right positions (That's right)
She like it slow from the front, fast from the back (Back)
Put the pound game on her, hit her from the back (Yeah)
I'm young and thuggin', I don't give a ****
He can make love to you, I'ma beat it up
[Verse 3]
Red Dogs at my trap got me for a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home (I'ma tear that **** up)
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on
So as I hit the door, she already know it's on (I'ma tear that **** up)
Two logs, two shots of Patron
Straight Goose got her loose, triple stack in the song (I'ma tear that **** up)
Talking dirty on the chart, gettin' my grown man on
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning (I'ma tear that **** up)
[Verse 4]
Me and shawty in the coupe, Lord knows she's a star (Star)
For some strange reason, she likes to do it in the car (Damn)
She ain't the type that be runnin' her mouth (Nope)
So I keep it gangsta with her, let her come to the house (Hey)
Let her play Madden with Slick
When we in the bedroom, she like to play with the stick (Yeah)
I know just how to handle her (How)
No amateur baby, I got stamina (Yeah)
Jeezy in the deck, now she grindin' to the beat (Beat)
Legs vibratin', now she messin' up my sheets (Ha ha)
Got a fistful of hair, and a fistful of ****
She came first, I came last, roll the **** (Hey)
[Verse 5]
Red Dogs at my trap got me for a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home (I'ma tear that **** up)
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on
So as I hit the door, she already know it's on (I'ma tear that **** up)
Two logs, two shots of Patron
Straight Goose got her loose, triple stack in the song (I'ma tear that **** up)
Talking dirty on the chart, gettin' my grown man on
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning (I'ma tear that **** up)
[Verse 6]
We pull bad ****, rip them, push them to the side
'Cause real players, keep reserves when it's clutch time
Matter fact, my bottom **** love to ride pine
She know when daddy leave the block, that it's cut time
I'm in the trenches, gettin' riches wit my comrades
We fold **** up, like slacks in the player path
Pretty skin, silky hair, plus that **** fat (Uh-huh)
Fresh kicks on your feet, yeah, I'm diggin' that
Slick Canseco, yo boys slingin' wood, ****
You want that straight drop ****, come to the hood, ****
I like to scout them ghetto **** up in 20 Grand
'Cause them the ones be with that freaky ****, man
Two drinks, three beans, now she rollin', man
The tool in her throat, I'm just tonsil patrollin', man
True pros with this ****, we ain't new jacks
We drill **** and switch 'em up like fitted caps
[Verse 7]
Red Dogs at my trap got me for a half a stone
See I'm trappin' all day, can't wait to get home (I'ma tear that **** up)
She layed up in the bed, she ain't got no panties on
So as I hit the door, she already know it's on (I'ma tear that **** up)
Two logs, two shots of Patron
Straight Goose got her loose, triple stack in the song (I'ma tear that **** up)
Talking dirty on the chart, gettin' my grown man on
Get up in them guts, you know it's on till the morning (I'ma tear that **** up)
Written by: Jay Jenkins, Renaldo Whitman, Tracey Sewell, UNKNOWN WRITER
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