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Model her new prints by FENDI
I'm all the way covered
Still all the boys they
Want to pet me
I wouldn't touch you even if you'd
Even if you'd let me
When
)
Say juicy, juicy (juicy, juicy)
Come on, juicy, juicy (juicy, juicy)
Let me here you say juicy, juicy
(juicy, juicy)
By now you know that you have been
Let me blow my horn Nigga I'm dope
Let me blow my horn Def like so so
Let me blow my horn I been to humble
Let me blow my horn Gotta burst you
has got me, I don't need no one else
No, but you, baby
Baby, you're so thick, you know I love them that way
I love them that way
Juicy like a dish
juicy
She wanna be Shaped Extra Juicy
She Extra Juicy
She wanna be Shaped Extra Juicy
Thicka than a snicker
You know i move slicker
She wanted me
I want to love
She tell me love is a drug
Put that in my cup
I'm starting to feel the buzz
And she want to mix it
And she want to mix it
And she want
the Pound 'cause I get around
So let me scoop you, swoop you and take you
Gimme a chance and I'ma break you
Down to the very last compound
With my homies
is Warren
I'm down with the Pound 'cause I get around
So let me scoop you, swoop you and take you
Gimme a chance and I'ma break you
Down
I like you, you're such a pretty choice, uh-huh
I love to play for you
You're such a pretty toy, uh-huh
Please let me play for you
You're such
Then I know he gone provide
Imma freak, He a freak
Let's get nasty together
He said that I been his type
Cause I been down for whatever
Pin me too
mix it up like juicy lacore
I put it on her, time to rock some juicy catore
Take a backseat lets do it in the bj
Yeah I know that sounds so cliche
so yo
Ass must be a cancer
I don't wanna lose you
Hold me close my tiny dancer
Tiny dancer
Look
Get up in the mix baby talking bout some cake
And she
mix it up like juicy lacore
I put it on her, time to rock some juicy catore
Take a backseat lets do it in the bj
Yeah I know that sounds so cliche
I'm looking down from pedestals
Kickin competition they be climbin to where my crown goes
Guarded by all sides of me, I'm split on how I let it show
You
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
Slapping on her ass so juicy
She gone dance like a freak with her fat ass
Put that pussy on me throw that cat stacks
If she throw it i'll prolly go get
fours
Still fuck with me at day hundred
Cause I don't play, I gets off
Piss off, bitch, you ain't lit
You just a nigga saying shit
Rappers burn out,
more Jack, cause I feel a lil buzz flowin'
Maybe after dancin' I can get her in my truck smokin'
I ain't got a truck but shawty let me get your lungs
let me bring you closer
I need my, baby girl I need my
Tryna get my quick fix, I'm on the mix
Nothin' for me nigga, don't gotta fix
I be gettin'
What that mouth do, what that booty do, I'm the freak man, let me eat your juicy fruit
What that mouth do, what that booty do, I'm the freak man, let
reaction
You cannot mix with me
Get with me
You can't chill with me individually
You can not know the real me cuz you gon look at me differently
It's
How did they get twisted and torn claws when in 'bout?
Nine inches then I stuffed they dorn draws in his couch
For now I let 'em suffer, in the morn
tell me just let it go,just let it go
Man i just ran off all in her mouth!
(Chorus)= [Juicy J]+{Crunchy Black}
I'ma get my chief on {chief on}
While she
cost much but don't press that eight
That dotted line it ain't like that day
Comic book let me illustrate
Like power bang when they lift that cane
My
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