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Juicy J]

I was born up in the ghetto streets
Always learn to pack the heat
Call me on my cellular phone
If you want that work from me
Cowards like

One of the best looking mother fuckers you have ever seen
Hold my, hold my drink bitch [2x] 
I'm one of the baddest mother fuckers of all time
One

me to try his juices then He better buy me juicy/ if he want me juicy I’m the bitch that’s choosy nothing is confusing just amusing/ I’m fuming up

Dior
Degenerate down to my core
Imma rock J's like Juicy
Imma, imma, imma rock J's like Juicy
Money get long Uzi
Money, money, money rack long like Uzi

Shout out to California, that's what I'm smoking on
Pittsburgh in this bitch, Memphis

Throwed everything slow, Taylor's and some hoes
VIP smoking

Flip your stage name backward to Molley J
Talking dirty laundry get you whitewashed
Your beats ain't shit to these white boys
That's word to Marshall

Com'n Yo Direction

Lil Wyte

Doubt Me Now

2003

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

don't wanna fuck with us
All day like that we know you got it yo
Okay! Save time for next track
(You feel me? You heard me?)
Don't know, the women are

No Shorts, No Losses

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

E 1999 Eternal

1995

tossed by the boss bitch,
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses

[Chorus]

[Krayzie Bone]
Nigga come fuck with me now,
Krayzie that nigga that pump

Somebody go tell that boy sit down
He can fall by waist side where the stick found
He bound
To get a few plaques dentist-bound
She said my shits wild I said

Wasted

Twiztid

A New Nightmare

for this

Poppin' pills and eatin' shrooms
Give me molly and 'Bou Lou
J'ger Bombs and bong rips
Vicodins and that syrup shit
Come with us and then

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

The Feeling ( Ft. Jag , J.Stone )
Written by Adrian A Smith II , JAG & J.Stone
Mixed & Masted by MixedByCrook 

THIS THE FEELING I GET WHEN I STACK

Ain't Worried Bout Sh*t

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son

2006

shit (yeah)
And pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch
Disrespect that 'Nolia, dawg
Them Third Ward Hot Boy soldiers, dawg (Hot

on explain to me
I be hitting you up to get the thang ready
I be like pop out in a few
Let's make it quick
I got shit to do
Make that shit real thick
Cuz

on explain to me
I be hitting you up to get the thang ready 
I be like pop out in a few 
Let’s make it quick 
I got shit to do 
Make that shit real thick 
Cuz

talkin back
Put her in time out, spank that ass
Watch it bounce back like jumpin jacks
Sold Apple Jacks, o’s and half’s
Kept the work ina Gucci duffle bag

motherfuckin' wow
Draped in some fuckin' ICE be ERG
or jeans with white motherfuckin tees

[Juicy J]
Ridin Heavy Chevy thang foot on the gas
sippin on that syrup

would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back

would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back

would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back

bound, bitch
Hangin' on Evergreen corners, holdin' my fuckin' nuts
Watchin' freaks walk by sayin', "Dirty bitch, what's up?"
But they wasn't goin' cause

that bank tour
Much success, I thank Lord
Bitches takin' my mink off
Rose petals, my J's on
While I blow a J with that J on
Everything be lit
Best

kick rocks
Smoking that Goldilocks out that Ziploc
Slob on my knob like
Juicy J like in back in the day
Slob on my knob like (you did the other day)