Lyrics:
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Sayin' that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these North Memphis soldiers keep a plastic Glock
Stand in front of your
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Sayin' that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these North Memphis soldiers keep a plastic Glock
Stand in front of your
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga
It's a good day (good
[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
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
dead|Anything in the field, on the trap,|Rat rat, drop like led|Who is that your friend, and she kinda cute|She ain't got that booty that hit booming like you
You a college chick, you a college chick
By the end of the night might earn you a scholarship
Clap that ass, just like the clapper
All these bands
that's what you get for talkin' shit
Trick I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up like Jerry Springer biatch
Come, come who the fuck
They want some
Niggas
on the calculator
Big wads in my pockets, money barely bend
I'm so sincere riding in a Belly Benz
Hit the booty club, drinking Sapphire gin
Juicy J don't fuck with
let's fade away, and let Juicy go make it rain on that hook
Look
I want all the kush
I want all the bottles
I want all the cash
I want all
Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul
Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall
We all different but we all rep the same thing
God first, family then
some J's on
New chick she blazon and she
Tryna have a liaison
See this safe for my stripper hoes
Drop that like dominos
That cheese knockin' at my door
Never could ever be me
You say "voila" for the magic
I'm abracadabra genie
No cappin'. I'm in a beanie
Lanna J is on the track
And that's no relation
n'en déplaise à la Fontaine
Pour toi petit dauphin j'écris les fables de Lacombetaine
Talking badly to me, fuck you yeah
Call my girl by her sister name,
on my side and
Wherever that change go this game go
Some talk it they lame tho
The hoes on it, they want it, they say so
Whenever we roll by
So won't you
never miss a swing
And I got to stay fly my god is Three 6 Mafia
Rolled a Juicy J and smoked myself into insomnia
(My eyes are wide)
(My eyes are wide)
the gas sprinkle like frosting
My man on Mars wanna some ass
But I’m still on earth gettin’
My money comes first, rent’s last
Bone smoker, no pass juicy J’s
my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
Riding around getting my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
Small bitch, tall bitch
My nigga that's our bitch
strip, ride
The South Gatin' skatin' ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes
Paul and Juicy "Part 2" and for another
the semi
Mafia shit with Juicy J sippin' Henny
I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny's
I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team
just because I ball, ridin' eight or nine whips
And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin' no bitch
When I was broke as a joke, they didn't wanna get
close to Juicy J, you might find out how to grind
(Mafia!)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jadakiss)
Bitch I’m bout that, you ain’t gotta doubt that
All you gotta do
gone blow up
Writing my lyrics
Mass with your head's
It's the only solution I've ever imagined
Man I was told
By people I know
That I'll be nothing in
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