Lyrics:
come
Stay fly like I'm Juicy J son
Lyrics put together like I'm Jason
In yo face them niggas J son
Pray my brotha keep from pushin' hubbas
'Cuz I know
the floor for keys
[rpt 2x]
[Juicy J]
Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know
[Juicy J]
Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia click it's real
Fool it ain't nothin fake
We tote them glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate
You
Ok ok
Juicy Gucci juicy Gucci half a brick, half a brick, zaytoven, zaytiggi
Ok ok ok
So icy entertainment
Quarter Brick, half a brick
Whole
(Hey) Throw those deuces up
And add a six on it
Call me Yung J O C I'm bout to spit on it (yeah)
I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her
up but won't get me for years
Ay ay
See ya later
Roaming round the town
I don't have time for haters
Boys in blue
See ya later
Both by name and rep
You
I only do it big so I'm here to stay
And I always come to play like my boy C-J
My whole flow to this beat is crucial
You can catch me up at the park
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]
at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet (ah-ha)
Boss on the avi, Rihanna screensaver
Whenever you see fat boy, I know it mean paper (we trippy, mane, uh)
Juicy J
a Benz
(Bought a Benz)
Two weeks later, now his picture in a shirt
Got sprayed down by his best friend goddamn
Be careful who you call your friends
Some
out the Door
We drive by won't see you later
I got hoes for now and later
I'm masked up won't catch the Vapors
No mixing board but I'll fade ya
We drive
in the gutter
The j's can't believe it aint butter
Stay trap with that pole thinking you bold yeah yeah
Catch em down by his toe any many miny moe
You
nigga?
Talk about how many hos, clothes and bank rolls we got
Who we got in here?
Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black
Lord Infamous and me,
nigga?
Talk about how many hos, clothes and bank rolls we got
Who we got in here?
Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black
Lord Infamous and me,
on a fuckin blunts
till my minds about to blow
motherfuck the universe
because we brought you da end, hoe
[Juicy J]
first I want to grab a nigga by his
Ok ok
Juicy Gucci juicy Gucci half a brick, half a brick, zaytoven, zaytiggi
Ok ok ok
So icy entertainment
Quarter Brick, half a brick
Whole
we chunk a deuce deuce and see ya later
Verse two:
Catch sight of this trashy white give em something they aint never seen
they start that hatin then
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
(Hey) Throw those deuces up
And add a six on it
Call me Yung J O C I'm bout to spit on it (yeah)
I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didn't ya see her in a bikini
Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies
For
real dude
I ain't trippin' off ya fuckin' car I'm a baller too
(Hit me)If you want to hook up like we some major playas
Call me and I'll see you later
ya high bitch
Make you wanna fuck
Candy pearl white paint job
Mayn on Juicy's truck
Crooked slut wanna fuck with us
But you get no props
Eyes popping
[Juicy J]
I can make that thang wet like a sponge bob
Wishin that she present I be standing man that's so hard
We got all the haters in the club and they
with you?" "What do you f'king think?" He said, "What do you think?" I said, "aah, you
ain't too well are ya?"
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