Lyrics:
at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet (ah-ha)
Boss on the avi, Rihanna screensaver
Whenever you see fat boy, I know it mean paper (we trippy, mane, uh)
Juicy J
you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime
boots on, and on my way to cash a coochie coupon
You know I'm, proper, don't let them boys confuse you
The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by
motherfucker push
I'm affiliated wit more terrorists then g bush BITCH!
Verse 2
(Juicy J)
We got them niggaz gettin wild gettin buck
Havin fits
Hand
shit only show them real niggas you don’t really want it
So keep calm and get money
[Verse 1:Juicy J]
30 block, 30 rounds, AK 100+
Better know it’s
In the whip cross over with a lane switch
In the whip swerving stupid with a brain glitch
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout out
HOOK
In the whip cross over with a lane switch
In the whip swerving stupid with a brain glitch
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout
nothing unless it's the thrill
No glove, she loving the feel
Nasty natty put the perc in her butt
Lil dirty slut
Juicy J, I don't say no to ratchets
Smoke
I'm talkin' down home
Smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies
Bustin' like three eighties
Lubricated silencers
Crushin' all challengers
tighter than a Chinese
From this Hennessy murder me
If you get the first ups on your trigger nigga
{Juicy J}
I stand by myself
When it come to handling
dough
That's Juicy J, Folarin, got it then get me those
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw
it
Filled it up long ago, give it as you wrapped it
And if you feeling ratchet, bitch I'm juicy j
Now drop it low within my highschool gpa
Dr.
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
chickens
"Fuck you hoe" niggas rollin' optimo
Snortin' that white shit up they nose
Mayne this town is like my town
So we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be
York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit, blazed the Philly
It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith
'Cause who
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
Chorus x3
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
(Juicy J)
5 A-M in the mornin'
Nigga heard them tones pumpin' like
getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon
getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon
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,
Play me some pimpin mayn yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
Ep87 outro
Lyrics by DA
(Chorus)
Grosse lattes, j’fais des grand ronds
Y’a une braise qui m’a brûlé sur le menton (fuck)
Tous les jours je
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