Lyrics:
I Bet You Smell It
If It Don't C.O.D It Then I cin't Gon' Mail It
If It Don't Profit Me Then I cin't Gon' Sell It
They Can Sit c Nigga Down But I
I Bet You Smell It
If It Don't C.O.D It Then I cin't Gon' Mail It
If It Don't Profit Me Then I cin't Gon' Sell It
They Can Sit c Nigga Down But I
featherweight, levitate
Set it straight, let me break it down for you
Clip it, zip it, let it fly
If it's good, it's gonna get you high
Drop it, stop it, that
featherweight, levitate
Set it straight, let me break it down for you
Clip it, zip it, let it fly
If it’s good, it’s gonna get you high
Drop it, stop it, that
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
Day 26
When this one come on
All the ladies gon rush the dance floor
Please believe me, yeah
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall)
Tell me
How you
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you
on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
Day 26
When this one come on
All the ladies gon rush the dance floor
Please believe me, yeah
a bitch from Minnesota
I got cookies by the ounce Kush by the pounds
Hit me up if you want smoke and best believe its going down
Eyes real low, so you
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
[Violent J's Intro]
I choke... nope... that's wack hold up.
I stab you with an umbrella,
then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopean.
nigga, that to me you so cash nigga
Stuffed in a Louie bag nigga, Juicy J be that nigga
Big bag of that stank killer, codeine in my drink killer
Mostly
on the public like fuck it
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH
[Juicy J]
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin' all the weed and I'm drankin' all the liquor
A nigga always strapped I
every time you come by to kick it
And I open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you
Influencing your decisions I can't even get a minute
Without
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you
Juicy J (Big Gipp)-
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Three 6 Mafia (Here it is)
Know what I'm sayin'
Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)
ATL (Big Gipp)
M-town
and rolling the miles up
So [?] I'm never putting the pound up
Let 'em hate, bitch, I built it from ground up
I hold the fort down, nigga, know what?
You
[Juicy "J"]10x
Sucks on dick...
Does it real good(Get buck motherfucker, get buck)
[Juicy "J"]
You got these million dollar niggas
Ghetto
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'
dollar shoes, thousand dollar jeans
Juicy J so fresh to death, I hop out and I killed the scene
Real goons on my team, this black truck got a army in it
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