Lyrics:
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
They riding with me
They are riding for me
They could die
I don't need closure by nobody
No fake I've got the real ones
By my side
Juicy how you feel
Cotten candy juicy lips
With those Cotten candy juicy lips
With those Cotten candy juicy lips
Damn girl your so fine can you be mine
Wanna take you out
by the dope lady
Talkin' get money, pimp hard so niggas gon' hate me
I got a good heart, and a good brain
You heard my gangsta story, my life was
dog, stronger than some food cans
Let a nigga move around, he get put in that hearse
I need ten for a verse, you pay twenty get your worth
Show them
like a fucking trick
Go and get your hood little scary we can handle this
Like I told you boys juicy j is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I got a Rolls-Royce baby that's yours
I got a private jet baby that's yours
I'm balling baby, what's mine is yours
You can have all
[Lil Wyte - Talking]
Wassup with y'all?
I'ma take this time right now, to thank the men, Paul and Juicy
for making all this possible you know what
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
of these haters they probably gon' kill me
When I get racks in my Amiris
Like what now, sup now, I can't even give you a fuck now
Come in the Range, I'll
be whipping and flipping the dope
Just hit my lineup, I can get you some smoke
They know Lil Bibby got shit for the low
I'm out of town, you just hit
so bad for somebody to come up over the 6
You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH
[Juicy J]
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin'
Juicy J inside my system, tryna have some fun (turn it up)
Superchargin' all my motors case I have to run (skrrt)
You can have her back, I'm done
I'm
gold
Want so bad to be my lady
Want so bad to make it happen
Keep it coming like it's coming
Maybe you could keep a cap (bitch)
Chorus
[juicy j]
Juicy
on a fuckin blunts
till my minds about to blow
motherfuck the universe
because we brought you da end, hoe
[Juicy J]
first I want to grab a nigga by his
make me get at your kin fo those that can't
Either you die slow, ride slow, cause Fiend about to show
How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes, my
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
In real life can't shake them on star 2
The chopper go to work sound like a firework
My Gs on alert you best freeze or get murked
Trappin out
trapping in the rain still
My brother Shit they got him murked I got wounds that ain't heal
I got scars I can't hide I hope they remain quiet
I don't show no
in the dirt
Got dhett shit up for the low, try to rob me, you get murked
Glock stay attached just like, it's a perk
I ain't playin' with dem lil' boys,
Two shots, whispering in your ear
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long
Yessir, Juicy J
Bartender 'nother round on me
Two or three
[Juicy "J"]10x
Sucks on dick...
Does it real good(Get buck motherfucker, get buck)
[Juicy "J"]
You got these million dollar niggas
Ghetto
feelin', I might get that nigga murked
Like how you gon' forget me? You was with me in the dirt
It might just take some time, I know that we can make it
'll get murked, murked
This music 'bout to kill you, brr, brr (brr)
This chicken hit my phone, she said, "Chirp, chirp"
I said, "Hut, hut, hike your
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