Lyrics:
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting
(Hey) Throw those deuces up
And add a six on it
Call me Yung J O C I'm bout to spit on it (yeah)
I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her
the motherfucking house
We can't be stopped
You can get dealt with at the end though
It's all good
(Lord Infamous Da Scarecrow)
You better bring dangerous toys
in it represent it
Ya'll boys, ya'll boys ain't ready for us
Project Pat, Noreaga, D.J. Paul, Juicy "J"
Hypnotize Minds in here, like this
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
star here
Yeah, yeah
She doing her duty, juicy lips like Trudy
Kissing them by the pair
Big booty she toot it, I call her ass Judy
She grab all
Let me
See it
Good
Googlly
Mooglly
That
Ass
Is juicy
Hit her
From the back
Bop Bop
Pop Pop
Pulling
Twisting
On me
I control her
She bent
Over
Arch
nose
Man this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in that lost and found
Better use common sense,
nose
Man this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in that lost and found
Better use common sense,
Sheek Louch good
Its loaded when I get out the car like la da da da da
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La da da da da
know ya like it when it's just like that. (that!)
All the girlies just love my swag (swag!)
From my kicks to the way I fix my hat (hat!)
I'm back
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
Yeen da only one from da slums
csk the streets I get it done
Young n**** hit you up like Barry bonds
If you steal a home plate then yo tables gone turn
my tongue licks
Behind me gettin' handcuffed by a slut
Look, I'm from Gittero what?
Southside niggas throw it up when
It's time to get buck
Niggas in
She want me to
Pop up by the Telly
I need I.D. Bitch this not no
Robert Kelly
Ay
Please don't hit my Phone til I'm Ready
You are not my dawg you
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
let that nigga go, I'ma hit it at em wit da fourty-four
Lord Infamous-
I'ma sic' em, heat em, leave em bleedin, fill em fulla millimeter
Bitch ass
hoes
Gangsta Boo
Pussy eatin' niggas,broke ass niggas
Niggas,niggas ain't nuthin' but niggas
(Juicy J)
Hangin' on the corner wit' my nigga P
Just
while I hit from the back I might pull out your sew in
Taking shots then I get up on top while her legs on my shoulders love how I control it
Loving how
hit my target no practice
Double C's on her body, no plastic
Make a movie and I know she not an actress
Pussy juicy got it wet just like Atlantis
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
it's warm and wet ya jacoochie (juicy)
And why the hell you Double cheeked up on Tuesday
It’s so big
She can back it up
Back it up
Back it up
Come witta turkey
You know I'm stuffing
My skinny bitch
Be throwing it back
Ain't doing nothing
My big bitch
Got some jelly rolls
They doing something
of y'all probably still owe me from back
In the back in the back in the back in the back
I had that work right in front of me, fuck all you niggas you
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