jeezy the snowman,
i make it winter time,
heard the streets is hungry,
well its make it dinner time,
larger than the state patrol,
they patrol the state,
Jeezy the snowman i patrol the weight,
360 for tha 19 5 ,
front door service, you ain't even gotta drive
stacks on deck,
fuck what a hater think,
lot of dead white boyz
equal money in tha bank,
C.T.E. is the clique that i claim,
know some real niggaz that claim the same thang,(yep)
they don't want war,
these niggaz want peace.
72 carrots in my snowman peace
i'm dope boi fresh, 4x black tee,
and its a million mother Fuckers
fellin just like me,(yeaaaah)
we roll em fat like that opra bitch,(what)
color purp,
all we smoke is that purple shit,
see the red dogs run like black cats,
toss the work but i'm holdin on to my strap,
hustle musik,
we call it traphop,
whole lotta backin soda and a glass pot(hahaaaa)

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Jeezy The Snowman song meanings
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