Lyrics:
that's gang no goofies
Look at big booty judy
Shorty say that thing juicy
Im 'bout to dive , Lil UZI
Kidd Pryde i'm so groovy
Smoking loud can't mute
I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH
[Juicy J]
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin' all the weed and I'm drankin' all the liquor
A nigga always strapped I
Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Yeah, ya boy Juicy J, uh-huh
Smokin' loud on a yacht
Louis V everythang to my motherfuckin' socks
And I'm
know what im saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, [yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we
to take the weed and then hoooold it
Juicy J the type to lick a blunt and foooold it
You can come by my crib and get soooooo lit
[Chorus: x 2]
big boy in the big city
Shout out, five burroughs, the upper state, just ride with me
Now come drink on this bottle, and smoke out on this kush
Now
Bank account filled, bank rolls peeled
Flexin on camera baby this shit real
I’m in the hills and I’m popping these seals
I got white hoes just like
so bad for somebody to come up over the 6
You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH
[Juicy J]
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin'
Cigarette, pussy stay wet and juicy like lemons
Big ass in tight denim
Had the most faithful niggas sendin' her gifts to women and enjoyed
To watch
my joint
That shit'll leave you with a haze
Kept it 100 yeah
Even when I changed
Just like like juicy j
I'm witcho girl blowin stank
Stackin my pockets
Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!
[Juicy J]
We used to... We used to.... We used to rob for them petty things,
like a gold chain, know
I drank mud by the case
And I bump with the bass
And my J's ain't laced
No no
I keep birds at my place
I ain't never gone chase
Just Gs
a cactus
And she got a face that belongs up in a beauty pageant
It's ya boy, Juicy J, trippy, I got realer pimps
Balling hard everyday, ratchet bitches
used to be broke on my own tho
But I stood ten toes on my own though
Rich dialogue text with my bro though
Fuck niggas but we live by our own code
Big
Fabricated glamor enamor, fitha big bux y'woddle
Carmel o caramel vanilla, Gary the chinchilla
Chan chill skip fillaz, werrin J Dilla FILAs
Hatha msha5ith
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus:
Dior
Degenerate down to my core
Imma rock J's like Juicy
Imma, imma, imma rock J's like Juicy
Money get long Uzi
Money, money, money rack long like Uzi
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
Do up big for you nigga
[J] Would you bid for your nigga?
[F] Shit, you my nigga
[F] Would you ride for me?
[J] Rapper robbery
[F] Would you die for
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
when you see me in a big jacket, I'm nuttin' like Shaq (no)
Black on black, me plus bro, that's wass on wass, hit chest then back
Man lean with it
Quand tu veux toucher l’chomage, faut remplir 50 dossiers
Mais bref, ça reste ma meilleure vie du coup j’fais pas l’déçu
Pendant ce temps gros Big
star here
Yeah, yeah
She doing her duty, juicy lips like Trudy
Kissing them by the pair
Big booty she toot it, I call her ass Judy
She grab all
In the whip cross over with a lane switch
In the whip swerving stupid with a brain glitch
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout out
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