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I'mma get this money by myself
No Smokepurrp
I'm gon hit a lick and buy the beats I'll murk
Fucking murked, yuh
I got digets in my register like Kurt

Fatty Girl

LL Cool J

Yeah Yeah, U Know It

2003

and crawlin'
I'm incogneg'
Can't catch the balls then
You in the wrong league
Let a dog breathe
Watch a pimp walk
Shut yo' as* up when
You hear a pimp

Cut out your eyes i'm sick of the lies
Nothing you can hide
So remove yourself and bow to the king
Or get your neck slit by your majesty

Lost in

build a snowman
Pulled out my garage to show my car cause I'm a showman
Can't get in my closet cause I got all of this clothin'
Smokin' out Ill show you

Notha Nigga Car/Clothes

Prophet Posse

Body Parts

1998

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

do you know what this cost
Numerous times I was down almost lost it
Deep in the dark like lil uzi mosh pit
We can smoke no more juicy j
Beat a nigga

couldn't walk a mile in these Balenciagas
And I can get you murked for a couple dollars
Take a hunnid out the safe and give it to my patna
Loyalty, loyalty

Who Gives A... Where You From

Three 6 Mafia

Streetsweeper, Vol. 2: The Pain from the Game

2004

I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound

I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make

jump like shinobi
cut like a flowbee
get down to the Floor
act like you know me
get down to the sound
moving like Juicy
loosie like goosy
do the Watoosi

Bandz A Make Her Dance

Lil Wayne

Piru Dreams

2013

bring three, I got drugs, I got drinks
Bend it over, Juicy J gon' poke it like wet paint
You say no to ratchet pussy, Juicy J can't
Racks errwhere, they

[Chorus x2]
No I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with you, but 
I'm tha one walkin away 
With your mouth on my nuts

[Juicy J]
Let's take a trip

hating, bitches wishing they can get in position for some infiltration
Taylor Gang motherfucker, don't deal with no shape shift
Only real motherfuckers come

the shows
I don't buy bars
I own the floor
I get higher than an airplane
Juicy J is the new rick James

My ear is goin' rocky
And my wrist's all froze

can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass

shit else to offer, Baraka
I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa
I can't get a post, the copper so close
Less evil down here by tha dock

Would you panic if our planet's invaded by aliens?
Well would you?
(Yo man, can someone pass the jam?)
(I got you)
(Yes I did, No you didn't, Yes I DID,

if our planet's invaded by aliens?
Well would you?
(Yo man, can someone pass the jam?)
(I got you)
(Yes I did, No you didn't, Yes I DID, Oh my god)

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

out to Mary J, babe with the real love

VERSE 1 - ASTRO HIGH
Young jefe, you can call me boss hog
See me creeping in the night? that's my day job
That

’re California by the sea
I’m barefoot walking on the beach
You’re juicy like a tangerine
You’re so fresh baby
You’re so fresh baby
Yeah
It’s like I just woke up

niggas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and niggas your type never exchange numbers
Want

professor Doe, I'm professional
And they keep wondering if time is effort? No
I got selected hoes but I'm depressive though
Can't always get high
‘cause

to Mary J, babe with the real love

Young jefe, you can call me boss hog
See me creeping in the night? that’s my day job
That Astro, Manila heartthrob
2k

I'm just trying to feel you
So done with trust
Everybody trying to switch up
This shit don't get no better
I'm trying to tell you
Aye aye
Yeah, I'm