Glixky Dance (feat. Young EZ)

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W.G. Juice

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Ha yeah, Juice
Juice (WxlfGxng nigga)
Juice
WxlfGxng nigga, gang shit not lame shit spray you like a stain bitch
Yeah (Alright)
I'm not overseas but the water got some eyes on it
The oven just for cooking I ain't have to put no pies on it
Hit 'em with the tater tot look like I dropped some fries on 'em
Now he Men in Black, with the suit and the tie on 'em
Damn Juice, what you really on?
I f*ck hoes in different states to put my bity on
I shouldn't even hit it with the woop it's already strong
But that old Carti in my head said put the Fetti on
Have my OG bake it in the basement gettin' his Betty on
If a nigga thinking I won't shoot then I bet he wrong
I like hawking niggas down especially when the block long
Think they gone get away until they hear my Glock song
Ay ya, now do the glixky dance
I just shot a nigga one arm folded this my blixky stance
I'm so goated when I tote and I don't take demands
When you taking bitches out then you supposed to make the plans
Nigga ay, this ain't no dinner date
I'm clumsy, I'll break a nigga easy like a dinner plate
You not a shooter you was just trynna win state
I was in four corners trynna write until the pen break
Hey, this how I bome back
Hamming niggas families I need everything plus that
She wanna give me love but I need everything but that
I still owe Kansas I ain't finna give a buck back
F*ck that, I'm a real menace to society
I'll stick the store up they keep asking me for my ID
I was just trynna go home an roll my weed
But niggas playing petty games, turnt me to a petty thief
F*ck beef, I'm bout to break yo jaw when I grit my teeth
Niggas really smokin' different now you can't hit my keef
Imma need a minute to myself you don't feel my grief
I just lost my best head giver and she don't use no teeth
I can't see you fake niggas through these Cartiers
Niggas get to actin' stupid f*ck it, leave his body there
PlayStation with his life he circled now he squared
We ain't playing no games nigga this is not a fair
I buy full price you be catching shit on the sale
No more body bags we sending parts through the mail
Pop a nigga in my hood nobody finna tell
This exotic in my wood you can tell by the smell
Can tell you ain't got money by the way that you carry
You rats be chasin' pussy call y'all Tom and and some Jerry
Hunt niggas and take 'em down I feel like I'm Mike Lowery
You dress up like a bitch and brag sound like Tyler Perry
You ain't really got money why the f*ck you in my section?
Slide up Donny Glover with a lethal weapon
Who the f*ck these sorry ass niggas think they pressing?
Oh I'm sorry, I don't wanna show aggression
Niggas think its sweet until we pull up without directions
These bullets finna bless him, send him straight to Heaven
Met that bitch at ten but I fucked her 'bout eleven
Niggas act like twelve got a 5 and a 7
Niggas gon be mad when he find out who she texting
I'll have him laid out while I'm smoking and resting
Niggas need god I think my nigga juice is the reverend
Oh shit, man give these niggas blessings
Gxng

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