Lyrics:
uzi
When I watch the movie
Never drink the juicy juicy
Brand new packet of Rizal gimme that dank
Let me roll that doobie
Becky, Becky says she got some
in jail, just tryna prove it
You see me out here tryna live my life bruh
You know some shit, don't doubt it
Ain't no fighting
I been up in the street,
niggas complacent
From Wauk-Town to that basement
To the top floor that's so spacious
At the Westin, just restin'
Me, J.R., and Wiz go back like
[Biggie: Juicy Sample]
Time to get paid
Time to get, time-time to get, time to get paid
Time to get..
Now I’m in the limelight cause I rhyme tight
synthesist
Every thing that I do
Is with intention
So please don't copy me
Ain't nothing stopping me
All I can say
Is get ready to witness some greatness
(Gun
know that I been smokin'
Hangin' with the Dogg, so you know that I been smokin' (Gangsta Grillz)
I'm the Dogg, show me love, roll a J, roll a blunt
(Mojo, that motherfucker crazy)
Get money (haan)
I tell you niggas
Niggas can't tell me shit, nigga (nothin')
How the fuck I'ma listen
rappeurs défiler
ça me fascine gros j'vais les chicoter
Let me see some
Let me see some
Pull up that nyash on me
Let me see some
Let me see some
Pull up that
You need some molly?
I can get it for the low
You could just hit me on the block
Or you can hit me on the phone
If you ain't got no fucking bread
Then
Produced by Ghost Green
Hello everybody my name is Ghost Green
Right now it's bout time for you all to know me
Cause I'm in here in the studio
20-40 in my rhyme
Feelin' my time
You got a lot in my prime
Gonna see me at 5
Bought me some slice
Got me alive
I see an ocean in your eyes
Cover
Mafia, Insane Clown Posse, and Twiztid!
[Juicy J]
We used to... We used to.... We used to rob for them petty things,
like a gold chain, know
sick
I'm O.J. Simpson on the beat
Now watch me slice and dice this bitch
Out here in these streets and when I'm not
I'm killing beats
I get no sleep, we
prove
show something to me
show some thing to me
show some thing to me
ooh Baby you so Juicy
groove
get Loosie Goosy
move
like you in a movie
prove
show
to take the weed and then hoooold it
Juicy J the type to lick a blunt and foooold it
You can come by my crib and get soooooo lit
[Chorus: x 2]
all they asses clap, clap, clap, bravo
I want that lottery money
That "please don't say hi to me" money
That 'I could go back to my hometown
And get
my background
Bring me all
All hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, bitch I lay my mack down
Juicy J still shitting on niggas
I'm getting
the streets ain't for everybody so you better go get you a job
It's gone take you some money to make you some money
Take you some money to make you some money
real deep
Drop off ya money hoe stop acting so cheap
Why ya hoin' on the streets for them god damn rocks
Get the fuck away from me hoe or ya ass get
que j'pense à ratterrir
J'me dis fuck j'ai raté l'dream
Dès que j'ai repensé à tes rires
J'ai fais l'bien pour cacher l'mal
J'mérite pas l'paradis
Ah
Straight from Memphis Ten, ain't no hater gon' stop me
Juicy J been paid, got a Phantom in both pockets
I'm high as fuck, can't even see
Lookin' for your
can entice me
She got ass and it's heavy
She count hundreds like its pennies
She want money I got plenty
Cop her Fendi
She want a shot get her a shot
them
I go to sleep with my money
I cuddle all up on my dough
I wake up to that paper and
Then I go get some mo'
Fuck nigga what you talkin' bout
We don't
mind 'cause I'm Juicy J
Throw, and I get a nine, tint all in my cars
Hoes acting hard
Blowing smoke on a broad call my boys like all aboard
Turn up
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