Juice Box
Cam
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When that banger from the booth drops Bang it 'til your roof knocks Bitch you know I’ve got juice like a juice box Like a juice box, like a juice box, like a Like a juice box, like a juice box When that banger from the booth drops Bang it 'til your roof knocks Bitch you know I’ve got juice like a juice box Like a juice box, like a juice box, like a Like a juice box, like a juice box, box Yo I've been overworked, underpaid No lemons, no lemonade Something out of nothing Now please allow me to demonstrate To demonstrate how I do And if you got me fucked up F*ck up out my crew I'm something like a warden how you all behind my bars Something like global warming, they try to deny my bars I'm something like a hero cause somehow I always win That’s how I get dinero, dollars, euro, pounds, and yen Stay shaking that asphalt with that boombox sound You can hear me coming more than two blocks down You get shot down, move or get knocked down Big fat motherfucker, you know that I got pounds Yo, just in case anybody forgot Lemme remind a motherfucker that I been at the top And if you coming up behind me but you running your mouth I'll have a couple of my motherfuckers run in your house Cause when the bass knock, and the bass drop And your waist rock, and your face drop Better nod your cabeza Mmm whatcha say now? "What a great style Like a K-Dot or the Based God" - gotta face dat When that banger from the booth drops Bang it 'til your roof knocks Bitch you know I’ve got juice like a juice box Like a juice box, like a juice box, like a Like a juice box, like a juice box When that banger from the booth drops Bang it 'til your roof knocks Bitch you know I’ve got juice like a juice box Like a juice box, like a juice box, like a Like a juice box, like a juice box, box Yo You can hear me on your block Even when I ain't local May be out of state But my state of mind global Money in the rubber I ain't talking 'bout safe sex Gold bottle motherfucker Sipping on your paycheck Stop it Homie you need to stop it You can't afford to cop it Cop four with what's in my pocket Bitches sipping Hypnotiq Juking like Johnny Rocket When I hit up my plug I ain't talking about no socket Yo But let me Slow it down 'fore I hurt yo ass You know I'ma body the beat whether I'm first or last You know I used to keep it sweet, now I tell 'em get fucked Used to hardly ever speak, now I never shut up Yo Matter of fact, lemme get to the point Cause there's a reason that I'm rapping like I'm running the joint Cause I be something like magic Hocus Pocus Let a motherfucker know that my Flow's the dopest Yo Got something to say to 'em right now Here's a little lesson you might wanna write down You can have a minute when I put the mic down I'll be damned if a fuckboy feed off of my sound When that banger from the booth drops Bang it 'til your roof knocks Bitch you know I’ve got juice like a juice box Like a juice box, like a juice box, like a Like a juice box, like a juice box When that banger from the booth drops Bang it 'til your roof knocks Bitch you know I’ve got juice like a juice box Like a juice box, like a juice box, like a Like a juice box, like a juice box, box Rocking the gold chains with the black on black And now I'm laying on the beat, so I'm back on track If you don't like it, you could leave It was nice to know ya Guess I'm just three letters But I'm too much for ya But yo, the kids back Tell 'em to get back Some people flip my name Just to call me Big Mac I throw a couple stacks, let the rest increase And if they try to call me out, may they rest in peace How you say that you styling, homie? You ain't got no style I got that type of style to make the girls go wild Man these bitches been tripping Since the fetal position They real good at multiplying But they suck at division Yo Copy me and I'll be coming for my check, boy Check bounce, I'll be coming for your neck, boy Shit, he ain't talking bout me, right He ain't really talking like he want beef, right Look, don't come for me We're cool for right now, but don't f*ck with me Cause all it take's one shot 'til I activate So when I pull up on the block, evacuate When that banger from the booth drops Bang it 'til your roof knocks Bitch you know I’ve got juice like a juice box Like a juice box, like a juice box, like a Like a juice box, like a juice box, box
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