Lyrics:
smokin' on
Yea nigga, I'm rolling up that high-grade
Chillin' on the porch, smoking like it's Friday
Every day of the week to Juicy J's a high day
Niggas
Tony Montana
Maison Margiela boot right up in Manor
Wiz Khalifa da reefer, smoke by the pound
Drunk on Juicy J like I'm on the brown
Touching that
hood doin yeah
Those are the rules in this mafia race
Tear da club up thugs mash down on a g-string...
Verse 3
[juicy j]
When we drop
Always keep it
I'm gone
(Juicy J)
Who is that fool who be talking that shit
Sayin he down,but he diss Triple Six
If that bitch step he go get his wig split
know that I'm cooler, please
Your bitch know that I'm cooler, please
So cool I could fucking die if I drop a few degrees
Boss daddy used to call
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
then stop, homie, we can't conversate
Mobb Deep and Juicy J been balling harder than Doctor J
Broke niggas what we can't tolerate
Got that movie
I'm Juicy J (bands)
My girl got a girl and that girl got a bad bitch
Gave 'em all the same room key, ayy (woo)
R dash and huncho, yessir (yessir)
'n
(Chorus) x2
[Juicy J-]
Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'n
Slangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black Haven
Call
street pusher
Give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up, I took her
Ran out of liquor
(Time to re-up)
Here comes her nigga
(Who gives a f***?)
Rap
I hopped on a yacht with a Uzi
Red blood on my bottoms they Gucci
We don't need Bacardi to party
My bitch roll a J call her juicy
I hopped on a yacht
droolin' cause that booty juicy
Caught me by surprise girl that's how you do me
Pop, pop it for a nigga, pop
Pop it for a nigga
Pop it for a nigga pop
Drop
my gunz till my clips retire
America pray 'cause I don't want to expire
I'ma soldier
[Juicy J:]
I'ma U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Playin
DJ Paul and Juicy J-
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fuckin shit)
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
qu'elle kiffe
Jsuis un badman mais jt'assure y'a pire
Et là rien que j'debite mon flow on that beat (Yeah)
Mais j'aurai couler mon sang for that bitch
featherweight, levitate
Set it straight, let me break it down for you
Clip it, zip it, let it fly
If it’s good, it’s gonna get you high
Drop it, stop it, that
featherweight, levitate
Set it straight, let me break it down for you
Clip it, zip it, let it fly
If it's good, it's gonna get you high
Drop it, stop it, that
bitches for me
It's them dark skin Hershey Kisses bitches for me
Juicy J, I specialize in ratchets
Soon as I see what I want, nigga, I gotta have it
I
beee with youuuuuu
[J.Cole]
Yeah
Hey
Ay though I love you hate that bitch that's always with you
aShame I gotta put up with her shit just to get you
She
Cause I don't take that bullshit
All that fake ass bullshit
Criss si tu get mad, parce chu plate quand qu'on s'parle
Ou parce que j'rap pis chu bad
Ou
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
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
through so much money, so, s-so much money,
Thumbin' through so much money that I need three hands to count it
Say Juicy J must know magic, all these
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