Lyrics:
hating safe sex
Just couldn't do it, the cutest proved to be brutest
My living room is a nudisty colony I recruited
I do it for, Luda, for Juicy
Lets Rawl! (roll)
Chorus
(David Banner)
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Gon' gangsta walk gon' do it motherfucker
Buck jump
time
We chilling catch a vibe, we rolling side by side
That body lookin juicy, something like my type
Yeah I'm tryna work it, get some money in my
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
That's bumpin so hard on you hoes
The only ones talkin that shit is DJ-less niggaz
And all playa hatas you know
Chorus
[Juicy J]
Comin from the darkness
[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
naughty or nice
At night
Sacrifice
Good bye, lights out
(Juicy J)
Can you feel me
Can you hear me
Did you pick the scene
A lot
c'est froid comme en décembre
Quand le soir venu j'm'en reviens du chantier
Après mille peines et le corps harrassé
J'ai le regard morne et les mains
California by the sea
I’m barefoot walking on the beach
You’re juicy like a tangerine
You’re so fresh baby
You’re so fresh baby
Yeah
It’s like I just woke up
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
want you to know
You got me feeling
Fruity
Juicy
Hi
I came by the other week and I think I had this drink it had peach in it
I don't know the name
Toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poulty
My victim been shook
By a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night
Down
Juicy J
I got this pimpin' straight from
Memphis, I say tell my niggas switch it, go New York to Memphis
Blowin' niggas out
Won by double digits, hatin'
m’appeler Jesus-Christ
Prends ça pour du cash, j’ai jamais menti sur le taff
La clé encore dans l’contact pis mes 2 pieds sur la pédale
Sur la pédale
It’s
planète, Korey du Nord
Rendu trop careless pour te donner du knowl
J'ai les deux oreilles ouvertes quand c'est le money qui talk
De l'échec au paycheck pis
New girl smoke a J lips so Juicy
Off that x I wanna love like Lucy
But I’m still good on talking to goofies
Ice like burg got gold like Whoopi
I wish
never be rich
Rather trade a hoe for mackers dis predemption
<>
Juicy J
its on! Why you shakin whatcha want to do
I gotta 357 brand
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
you took me by surprise
When you took me for a ride ugh
Told her hello baby, hold up
Are you tryna roll up, told me daddy sho nuff
I'ma do it to you
trampled over
[Hook x 2]
[Juicy J]
Now I got you bitches hot
Platinum out and on the spot
Mad because they take your cell
So they stop at slangin
it even real?
He got a Glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)
Niggas dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)
Niggas
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]
those fuckers in the dust!
[K:] What, what do you..
[J:] All those fucking youngsters gotta lick our fucking boot or fuck it!
Y’know what I mean?
[K:]
pied
On tient tête à la misère comme les Éthiopiens
Six bars pour faire le pire coup du siècle
Pis j'm'en va jusqu'en novembre, j'suis le Limoilou Wyclef
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