2008 Lyrics – Yung Miami

[Intro: Yung Miami & DJ Drama]
Do it for the dope boys, crack babies (Y’all ready? Crack babies)
Do it for the ones getting to the paper (‘Resha, let’s get it)
Do it for the dope boys, crack babies (Miami, yeah, crack baby)
(DJ Drama)
(Gangsta Grillz)

[Chorus: Yung Miami, Jeezy & DJ Drama]
I feel like Jeezy, 2008 (Trapathon, n!gga, yeah)
I’m the one that give the hood motivation (Haha)
Do it for the dope boys, crack babies (‘Resha going crazy)
Do it for the ones getting to the paper (To the paper)

I feel like Jeezy, 2008 (Yay’, then what?)
I’m the one that give the hood motivation (Yeah, then what?)
Rеal b!tch, never fold under prеssure (Chill, Gangsta)
Do it for the ones getting to the paper (Holler)

[Verse 1: Yung Miami & Jeezy]
Welcome back, y’all, b!tch, I never left, yeah
I been in the kitchen, cooking up like a chef, yeah
What they saying ‘Resh? Not a fu*k’ thing (Not a fu*k’ thing)
I just threw a hundred racks like it’s chump change (Haha)
They tried to count me out, but they couldn’t count
Mention my name, bring the dope boys out, yeah
See, I stayed solid, b!tch, I never switched (I’m a solid b!tch)
Pull a ho card, call her by her government

[Pre-Chorus: Yung Miami & Jeezy]
Stay fly and when you see me out, b!tch, take a pic’, yeah
Getting to the Yams, all you hating hoes can suck a d!ck (Mm)
Doing it for the young hoes, YNs stealing s*it, yeah
I don’t give a fu*k where you from, n!gga, rep that s*it (Throw it up)

[Chorus: Yung Miami, Jeezy & DJ Drama]
I feel like Jeezy, 2008 (Yay’, yeah)
I’m the one that give the hood motivation (Haha)
Do it for the dope boys, crack babies (Yeah, crack babies)

Do it for the ones getting to the paper (To the paper)
I feel like Jeezy, 2008 (Trapathon, n!gga, yay’)
I’m the one that give the hood motivation (Yeah, then what?)
Real b!tch, never fold under pressure (‘Resha going crazy)
Do it for the ones getting to the paper (Haha)

[Verse 2: Yung Miami & Jeezy]
B!tch, it’s hammer time, we gon’ make the headlines
You a dead guy if you don’t meet the deadlines, yeah
Where the dope boys moving white like snowboards?
Million dollar b!tch, still eating po’ boys (Miami, haha)
We balling, so what? (Ayy, ayy)
Raw b!tch, no cut (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Straight drop, I’m a stunner
Ain’t letting up, fu*king up the whole summer

[Pre-Chorus: Yung Miami & Jeezy]
Stay fly and when you see me out, b!tch, take a pic’
Getting to the Yams, all you hating hoes can suck a d!ck
Doing it for the young hoes, YNs stealing s*it, yeah
I don’t give a fu*k where you from, n!gga, rep that s*it (Throw it up)

[Chorus: Yung Miami, Jeezy & DJ Drama]
I feel like Jeezy, 2008 (Trapathon, n!gga, yeah)
I’m the one that give the hood motivation (Haha)
Do it for the dope boys, crack babies (‘Resha going crazy)
Do it for the ones getting to the paper (To the paper)
I feel like Jeezy, 2008 (Yay’, then what?)
I’m the one that give the hood motivation (Yeah, then what?)
Real b!tch, never fold under pressure (Chill)
Do it for the ones getting to the paper (Haha)

[Outro: Yung Miami & DJ Drama]
(Gangsta)
It’s Caresha, the motherfu*king Snowman, you heard?
Ayy, Caresha
Every bad b!tch ain’t a rapper
And every rap chick definitely ain’t a bad b!tch
I think you got it right, though, hahaha
Shoutout to Snowman