Lyrics:
got it 'cause I spend
You know I'm a rider 'cause I spin
She know she a baddy by them jaws
She gon' make it clap like it's applause
Her legs got a gap
Everytime they snake me man I seen the early signs
Thank god for the talents that im blessed
Thank the devil for the demons I been stressed with
Overcome em
by five
And the sign says J Guevara dead or alive
Who shot the sheriff?
I swear it wasn't me
Case taken by mistake identity
Now deputies
jdou kšefty
Releasy, rádio, koncerty
Občas si ale chci oddechnout, odjet pryč
Smoke that bitch
Jako Lex Luger a Juicy J, balim juicy blunt
To ty čubky
home alive
She warned against his loss of sleep
And driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by five
B.J. the D.J. you're living much
Y'all, can't, touch, me I'm not existent
I been in the city bussin' moves by myself
Working on a million things I gotta prove to myself
Just a Lover Boy
to find a sign
I'm here by your side
Don't forget
Call me by your name
Like light of day I'll guide you in the dark
J your footprints in the sand
Don't turn
still rolin' man, they off the chain
Everybody let ya spin wheels spin like a spin mill
Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville
See them
rims still rollin' man, they off the chain
Everybody let you spin wheels, spin like a spin mill
Juicy J on syrup, pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville
rims still rollin' man, they off the chain
Everybody let you spin wheels, spin like a spin mill
Juicy J on syrup, pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville
swagger was her dagger; she sashayed my way and gave me her math told me told to call her. I lured into her trap. Hypnotize by beauty this short cutie said
mean?
Taylor Allderdice, it's just gettin' started
Onifc is next
The Gang album, Chevy Woods' Gangland
Juicy J got like four mixtapes that he's
Just
Guess who
J to the Lo
F to the A-B
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
I'm ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right Now (oh)
I keep women in thongs comin'
Haha, you dumbass
Yeah, Juicy J AKA Da Juice up in this bitch and I'm out
Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this motherfucker
Straight from funky town, ho
at the China store
I just couldn't wait tryin' to rap to get my final break
Juicy J AKA The Juice, I want it on my tape
Sell and make money, so the niggas in
Hollywood sign
Sex on the beach, no stress have a drink
I laugh on a boat, shake ass to the beat
Smile at the moon as we get lost
Lose my towel in
breaking m running, and she's offended
But what can I do? these signs don't let me loose
Lord gimme a sign, please don't be so rude
I was raised by
Juicy J in this bitch (uh)
BIA, what's up, mane?
Ayy, ayy
Don't tell, pop that pop that p- for some money, honey
(Ayy, I'm really Rich)
If you
your cliques
The devil's in the details, triple six
It's a juicy day we might hear Juicy J
Do my dirt by lonely, treacherous way
It’s Hip-Hop hooray, but
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja,
Said she's the silver-haired mama
Grinning thru her juicy-fruit gum
Her house next door is spic and span down by our railroad tracks
If the engineer
ya set, yell out ya set, yell, might as well
get it CrazyNDaLazDayz
stay blazed, take slaves, dig graves, bitch don't play die
{Juicy
won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J
Man, you gotta watch out for
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm
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