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Jay Got Juice

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Tryna stop the rain, niggas still got poured on
Jay Got Juice, dat nigga the truth, in
My muthafuckin' zone
I ain't scared of you niggas, kinda
Like a gang banger, walkin through the hood he ain't wearin'no fuckin' vest
I'm on demon time bitch, got this thot bent over
And she throw it back, we in the whip, you know that I'm makin' a mess
If you get ignorant, glock or the tec (Rrrahh), I keep some drugs CVS (CVS)
Man y'all scary, what you gon do? (What?) my flow so tight, I must be jew (Woahh)
This shit a breeze I must be Drew (Huh?) all of the hoes know Jay Got Juice (Juice!)
What's yo name, bitch nigga who? (Who? who?) I ain't heard of you
You must be new (Ayy)
All my niggas loyal no switch on the crew (Nah)
We steppin' over niggas bitch Tyronn Lue (Tyronn Lueeee)
Pullin' quick up at any venue, then we
Hoppin' out the van bitch scooby doo (Scooby doooo)
I ain't givin niggas no leeway
(Straight up)I'm goin bout 95 switchin' lanes, on the e-way (Haaa?)
Tryna get to the west side, for this mf 3 way (Woooo!)
I-I got swag, hoes love it, when a nigga brag
I made her gag, I'm out to get the bag I'm poppin' tags
My rhymes tighter than ya fuckin' durag
Flow on steroids Mark McGwire
Y'all can't tell the truth, niggas is liars
Y'all bitches trash, you'll never be hott
Get ya shit and dip, cuz you niggas is fired
Glock on me right now, lil' nigga pipe down
Aye I got 3 phones, bitch leave me lone
Visa - Vlone, Juice so well known
I always deliver mailman, Karl Malone
Bitch I'm wavy, I get ya bm wet just like that hoe in the navy
She said I'ma bad influence she would never date me
She just want the dick, and I'm cool wit it
When she giving head, she use a lot of spit
(Uhhh) hit me up everyday to suck my dick
When I cut her off she gone have a fit
I ain't here to play no games
I'm here to scheme straight to the top
Nah I ain't heard yo single, somebody told me it ain't hot
That different crop y'all say y'all as from, that shit, get it on sale 2 for 1
Y'all niggas really must think I'm dum
I might live in Euclid, but I'm from the slums
Never had to be in the trenches (Nah)
Y'all niggas need to come to ya senses
You wanna know how I did it?
Bitch check the forensics
Jay Got Juice more bars than a prison
I admit i'ma crook politcian
I always keep just enough ammunition
I'm also cuttin' hoes circumcision
I'm on a money mission, you niggas at a distance
Y'all niggas ain't ever winnin', y'all always bad Detroit Pistons
I got ya hoe on my dick (Hoe!)
I'm the leader of the new regime (Ehh)
Y'all going down submarine (Woah)
I'm poppin' percs and sippin' lean (Sip)
Lil' bitch told me pop a bean (What?)
Aye, asked the hoe f*ck she mean (Huh?)
I came and took shit over (Straight up)
Circumstances unforeseen (Bitch!)
I'm just here to get the cream (Get it)
F*ck ya momma, f*ck ya team
(F*ck em')
I'll run up on you take ya keys (Run up)
Trick or Treat Halloween (Baow!)
Don't look at my mug it's mean (Nooo)
I don't hate to intervene (Nah)
I be flexin' some black Celine's (Hoe!)
I put it deep, I made her scream haaa!
Bitch I'm ridin' round faded
(Bitch I'm ridin' round faded)
And I know you niggas hate it
(And I know you niggas hate it)
You might as well fuckin face it
(You might as well fuckin' face it)
Cuz it aint shit changin' (HOE!)
Bitch I'm ridin' round faded
(Bitch I'm ridin' round faded)
And I know you niggas hate it
(And I know you niggas hate it)
You might as well fuckin face it
(You might as well fuckin' face it)
Cuz it aint shit changin'

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