Lyrics:
to my left and smoked a J to my right
Now I'm as high as a fucking kite, but
Understand that I'm hear to speak the truth
About the Eau Claire life
now these bitches wanna fuck with rappers
I got my Ghost outside, I call it Casper
Ain't no nigga fly as Juicy J, ask NASA
Show me some, I might owe
breaking her back
Hallelujah cause I'm young and I'm black
I'm Pablo Redd not a crib, not a blood
I'm stuck in the trap rolling J's getting high
I don't need
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
christian in a bad little somethin to my whole weed
(Whole Weed)!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Juicy "J"]
First my nigga call the freak
tell her she got dick to eat
christian in a bad little somethin to my whole weed
(Whole Weed)!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Juicy "J"]
First my nigga call the freak
tell her she got dick to eat
hood doin yeah
Those are the rules in this mafia race
Tear da club up thugs mash down on a g-string...
Verse 3
[juicy j]
When we drop
Always keep it
I hopped on a yacht with a Uzi
Red blood on my bottoms they Gucci
We don't need Bacardi to party
My bitch roll a J call her juicy
I hopped on a yacht
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)
could never miss a swing
And I gotta stay fly my god is Three 5 Mafia
Rolled a Juicy J and smoked myself into insomnia
(My eyes are wide)
(My eyes are
jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl
[Juicy J:]
I'm smokin on some Taylor shit
Lookin for a festive bitch
Ridin on twenty sixes my pockets
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
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
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
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.
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