Lyrics:
on the harvest is Getting ripe
Yeah they're getting juicy and B-I-G
You want life after death Ven Aqui
Because it's only by the blood our Sins are washed up
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
Superheroes ain’t real
[But you mean so much to me. But you mean so…]
Don’t lie to me
Don’t lie to me
Don’t
With a bad reputation
It's a sign of the nation's decay
But the dog in the station
Doesn't need a vacation
As the people rush by dressed in gray
A DOG
Anytime, anytime
You know I would give you mine, give you mine
G-d couldn't give a better sign, better sign
To show me that i'm in prime than killin
don’t care bout no stop signs
If the opps got they gun well I got mine
It get spooky on sight it’s a fright time
Verse 1: (J3)
Told Brody to chill
I
J.Rich till I buried that guy
Father Heaven sent the cadence and I married that fly
Look
J.Rich had pride had to sever that side
I was on the rode to hell
Listen to my joint, get high!
Hello beauty, call me daddy, it's bedtime
I'm on duty getting juicy in Bed-Stuy
I could hang you with your pitiful
serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you
przyjaźni to nie rap dla kundli
W kolorowych kapeluszach
Dziś w polskiego Juicy J’a
Wjeżdża przeogromny kutas
Śmieje się ulica z jego wirtualnych braci
Siedzą
Josey, your eyes
They tell no lies
Your hands in mine
Slow whine, slow whine
Josey, the signs
They pass us by
Your hands in mine
Slow whine, slow
Thank you for taking the time
To meet with me today, J-Doc
Um, the only concern I have is that
Normally, when I'm looking at an artist I'm wanting
Showdown (Showdown)
Cannot Slow Down (Slow Down)
Showdown Showdown (Showdown)
Yeah Fearless J's on the Cut bit
It's a showdown It's a showdown
Gotta
me some racks I split it three ways between myself I and me
It ain't no stopping me
Bitch we don't do stop signs
Pull up on the opp let the stick fly
day
I grab my Glock, 2 cooler kits and then I grab my J's
Bad lil thotty bitch, she on my dick, I call her Jay
She eat the dick, she use the spit, so
[Chorus - Juicy J:]
I'm gettin' fucked up, man I'm gettin' fucked up [4x]
A player drinking Maker's Marker, cranberry Vodka,
Maker's Marker cranberry
dimenzi transcendentální věc
Jsem Michael Jackson, jsem Jimmy Hendrix
Jsem fakin Soulja Boy, jsem Juicy J, děvko, bitch
Mám space flow jsem ET jsem
[Juicy J]
Why I'm devoted to this game
Where they slang
And they gangbang
North North mayn
Wit them curls and them gold thangs
Lemons wanna step to a playa
Oh, my sister's here, by the way.
Well, my sister and I went to the hotel and said in the lobby and had a light lunch. We had a lot of bags with us
Me and my brother in the cut posted tryna get paid
Tired misery, stressing man smoking a J
Steady serving that dope ran out of gas I lost hope
Devil
dude from 'That 70's Show?
Shoot, I played it off said, yup that's me
Oh my gosh, here, sign this B.Reeth CD
You're kidding me
Go on, hey D.J
motherfuckin' wow
Draped in some fuckin' ICE be ERG
or jeans with white motherfuckin tees
[Juicy J]
Ridin Heavy Chevy thang foot on the gas
sippin on that syrup
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
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
the south 3rd ward calliope
(fiend)
I dropped on the streets
Like cocked 9's or spray painted stop signs
Niggas gettin knock down
Needles in white lines
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