Lyrics:
I'll admit
I don't know
How to feel yeah
But I know
That I'm cold with the pen yeah
We can fly out to japan
Eiffel tower like in france
I'm not juicy j
Stomp motherfucker stomp
Motherfucker stomp
{juicy j}
Hurt nigga
I'm coming out the fucking closet
Stay the fuck up off my dick
I feel the bucking
before Whitney
Roll thru the hood as I'm bumpin Yung Simmie
Feel like Juicy J cuz I'm gone need the Jimmy
I'm from New York I got homies in Philly
You
a man with a mission a fire in the hole
he's hormones raging out of control
he's the man
he's the man
Let's go
There she goes just walking down
talkin bout yo mf team
You a bengal tiger, dyin breed, no polo g
Die a legend on my family tree, leave the legacy
They name it after me like juicy j
ayy)
I'm like Juicy J, tell them hoes get out the way
I'ma star, I need my space, you get put right in your place
Bitch, I came up out the jungle, but I
(Juicy J, DJ Paul)
Hypnotize Minds Entertainment presents...
Gangsta Boo baby, once again its on
Yeah we in a shake joint
We gone show ya how she
weed....."
Blueberry sativa straight pouring out your speakers
mary jane told me meet her at the very highest peak of
the Himalayas well spin a J
saying that she all mine game so I play along juicy ass turn boy short to a thong fucking to one of my song so wet all night off white
From house slippers
dawg I ain’t getting crossed, nah
Nigga mane stop playing with me
Word To Juicy J , Mane Stay Trippy
Nigga taught me never love a thot keep hands clean
you
My ozone is frozone bitch I’m cold where’s my super suit
Gotta stay fly like Juicy J I move through the roof
You don’t fuck with me but stuck wit me
I know, I know you watchin'
Silly bitch, stop tellin' 'em lies, hoes, stop spreadin' them rumors
Juicy J, self made skinny nigga, pockets on Yokozuna
(Juicy J)
At the Dub we gettin buck
Comin like a lightning struck
Cockin back the chrome at the ??
Bitches say I'm fakin it
Players playa hatin it
Straight out the streets of Memphis, Tennessee
The robbery capital of the u.s.
The three 6
Because of they (mystic stylez)
They (lived by they
Feel like Juicy J when she Slobbin On My Knob Yup
Lots of different tops this time her hair in bob Yup
She said do you like it “I said baby Oh my god”
Okay
New thing spicy she ain't like my Old Bay
I like her in them heels but she wanna rock j's
I ain't on games baby this ain't 2K
Told her buy me
after I fuck her right
Uhh
It's like a hi and bye when we slide
I bring the high you bring that ass by and we vibe
She attracted to the thrill but keep it
convention
Back in the day - I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition
But I done made it, they hate it
I love it, becuz of DJ Paul and Juicy J - I got
the carry-out
I need a chinese lunch
Trappers by the laundromat
Aint gotta dry clean none
And theres action for the actors like a spike lee joint
But this
it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day (yes sir)
Fuck boys wanna blast me (Juicy J)
This might be your last day (Joe Budden let's get it)
But it
and they never had ta scrap
[Juicy J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from red and wet
Body curved up like a cornrow
she can’t fit in
Roll a juicy j, she be dancin till mornin
Bands all on her face, she the head of her money
O por O por
Stacking to the ceiling
knows they not on they toes
All these niggas on stand by
I don't keep no gang close
I know they a end me if I let em get close
Me and Juicy J we addicted
dawn and rolls royce wreath
I feel like juicy j
Cause them band can make em dance
Like an egg I’m gettin' laid
Fucked her then I made the bed
Cripple in
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