Lyrics:
on the beat he a bad man
Fuego! fuego! Peep the tan
Too groovy with the shit (yeah you know i'm fly)
Too woozy with the hit (yeah you know i'm fried)
Too juicy
did it
Hoe, it's too late
Bitch, you shouldn'ta did it
One by one niggas get they ass done
Pussy make me laugh, nigga, money make me come
Nigga set for
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
the two-piece
The colorful one must be the Pucci, ussy
I know the pussy really juicy
Sparks J, sips tea, cock the Uzi
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma
dough
That's Juicy J, Folarin, got it then get me those
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw
In the clutch like Michael J
Spark a dutch burn slow all day
If I may, hold up real fast
Lay it down and make it last
Fuck the past, that shit was
shit only show them real niggas you don’t really want it
So keep calm and get money
[Verse 1:Juicy J]
30 block, 30 rounds, AK 100+
Better know it’s
bru
J under hood of foreign 50 piece for repairs
Juicy meat looking sweet booty cheeks look like a sweet pear
I'm goin on a pear hunt
Only apple peach
hold it down
Skeletons inside my closet they be rocking gucci
Life is looking like a cronenberg movie
Bitches coming naked to our lunch
Just like juicy j
as fuck didn't even have a buck
Now I'm standing in this club bout to tear the club up (Wouh)
Juicy j influence the hypnotize my mind you see
Dj paul has
canceled
Young buck, dumb fuck
I'm two guns up, "Ryde or Die" 'til the sun's up
"Gangsta and a Gentleman" dog, I got class
I'ma send a bunch a roses
let ?em know this is not a test
I hear you calling
[Mary J. Blige]
What you hear is not a test (Oooh!)
I'm rocking to the beat (I'm rocking
together
Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever
I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature
With the funky singing by Miss Vinia
is buck, mega bloodshed, the tapes red
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo, he should've ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for
jewelry so gaudy
Slid into the party with my new pair of Mauris
America, meet the gangsta Shawn Corey
Hey young world, wanna hear a story?
Close your
sayings
Dirty dancing on the beat so call me Swayze
And I'm learning it from J Cole Jay Z Joyner
Logic Gambino and Shady (Chicka chicka chicka chicka)
Jiggy
know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we're
It’s that gangsta shit
It sound stupid don’t it
Feel like Fifty, Flocka and Gucci on it
Move grams of this, move O’s of that
Move the muthafucking bricks
in the toaster
Wake me up to the beat of chillwave
And imma battle Kilgrave
T-Dub was back in the club this past weekend
Hope the keg got some peg
My
know, now ya know
Whats up my nigga Def
(Gangstas, Hustlas, Original Soldiers and Thugs)
Creeper the CryptKeeper
(Gangstas, Hustlas, Original Soldiers
That struggle shit be for the birds
How you thuggin pigeon toed
Batman on tv black
So manz gone be incarcerated
By 20 prolly
Keep them remedies in
and they never had ta scrap
[Juicy J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from red and wet
Body curved up like a cornrow
convention
Back in the day - I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition
But I done made it, they hate it
I love it, becuz of DJ Paul and Juicy J - I got
the stocks
And I know niggas that'd bust off your top
I been smoking this weed since like 12 (Smoking since like 12)
Roll a J by myself (Roll a j by my)
Making
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