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Chevy Woods- Two Hundred ft Juicy J and Tuki Carter w Lyrics (Gangland)

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• published: 07 Jun 2012
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Yea, we up in this bitch And we ride shit We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep (All my niggas deep and we motherfuckin' this bitch man) 50000, flip that four times, that's two hundred G's (We can trap motherfuckin' paper man, count it up) Back to back, all black look like 200 Jeeps Let's get ratchet in this bitch, it's like 200 freaks If the gang up in that bitch, you know we turnin' up Let's get ratchet in this bitch so that they know what's up It's Rosay 'bout the case, that's just to pass the time Oh you don't like that shit, so now you wanna drop it down Pull up with Tuki, callin' Juicy, it's about that time Well you brought that cash first and that's the bottom line 200 strong, 200 beat 200 bands, it's time to eat Okay, here go my junk flow They can't see me, I'm nuts so I was pickin' up like Pat Tranz cuz the fiends was comin' in bus loads Get it off tonight, that's all I thought Nigga try me, see a red dot Then it's no sound, these are headshots If you think it's funny, that's red fucks Tryna chill tonight, better keep me cool Or it's head not, they know what to do You don't know me, I don't know you You can't crack a bottle, can't hit the dude Better act right when you see these wolves Cuz they see you and they smell food No AC, no silaphan, no VDS's, I'm so cool We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep 50000, flip that four times, that's two hundred G's Back to back, all black look like 200 Jeeps Let's get ratchet in this bitch, it's like 200 freaks I ain't goin' back to Ben Row, bitch I got amide I'mma stay smokin', stunt sippin' 'til I'm in my grave Anything that I want, homie Juicy J gon spin it I'm in love with a stripper, she in love with my riches I turned nothing into stuntin', beatin' into bumpin' Throw money in the club, fuckin' bad hoes from humpin' Hate niggas doin' bad while I hit their back with bags Trippin' man don't hit no Reggie, super sayan in the Zak That's some shit you never had, I see why you niggas mad Keep on talkin' all that trash, my young nigga ride down and blast They dump off your ass shit and for free You throw one Ferrari? Now I can buy three We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep 50000, flip that four times, that's two hundred G's Back to back, all black look like 200 Jeeps Let's get ratchet in this bitch, it's like 200 freaks My swag is on, 3000 What the fuck am I doin'? I'm paper-cakin' like what you do before baby making? I'm fresh I make it happen, I have to make it, so I create it I rap and tap and I smoke this weed until I'm sedated I'm catching all of these flights Bitch, I'm in your city Catchin' up with these hoes and I bet the bitches is pretty I ain't spendin' a dime hoe, pimpin' all of my money, nigga In the club the hoes are wild enough to go around and call that book I move around like ultrasound, the bitch I bounce you down and now she hook I turnt her up they turnt her out That's the shit that I'm about Taylor Gang is in the house, smell the weed, the bottle's out Your bitch is gun and she's with us Your bitch is gun and she's with us Chevy over there bangn' Juicy over there trippy Five sokin' that gin Five sokin' that gin Rumors here spendin', I'm baked out of my mind Nate bossin' more women, we caked off a straight grind nigga We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep 50000, flip that four times, that's two hundred G's Back to back, all black look like 200 Jeeps Let's get ratchet in this bitch, it's like 200 freaks