Lyrics:
She save me the pussy, and I got her gushing
It's juicy juicy, it's juicy like gushers
The ball in your court, I'm Kobe at Ruckers
Friday rush hour, I
you say
Treat me like I'm a king in LA
They say I'm Hollywood, I say they're hardly hood
Nigga you ain't even good, where you stay
My brother punch
me to do?
We get a blunt and a joint out of [?]
Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans
Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
artist
No man has seen God
One thing though
We all trying to
Blessings by the hour this was written ain't no luck allowed!
They ask me how I do it I just
qu'celui ton idole et j'taille comme Houdini
It's like, I can't really do the cap, I gotta show the dreads
If it ain't written all in CAPS, it ain't come
riot
I ain't the norm and I give no apologies
I'm a serial artisan, what a bargain man, pardon me
A world where we can live as long
As we remain where we
damn self
Washer full of cash dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my vette is
My no. 1 loner ass ain't from Texas
A quarter mill
being moody (Yea yea yea)
Baby baby let me see how big ya booty (Let me see yea)
Baby baby bring some harder for that juicy (For the juicy)
I ain't crazy,
nigga
South side till I die
Mississippi
Weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
Your ain't gotta go no where nigga
I'm up in this city, you can
With My Woes We Ball
Shoot My Shot Like I'm Lebrone I Ball
I Don't Miss I Want It All
Mr's I want it all all
Cause where I'm from I'm like J
a juicy juice
Ain't with all that whoopty woop I'm tryna score I'm shooting hoops
Pussy taste like juicy fruit juicier than a juicy juice
Ain't with all
knows
That I'm on the flo' ho
But they can't hang with my type on swang
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
With
I'm meticulous
Articulate
You fuck around I'm deadly
These bitches that
I'm picking from
You call that shit a medley
Bad boys
We're bad men
So don't
Ride through the city
And we creeping
Grab on her titty
Suck on that nipple ring
Damn she thick
She too juicy
Everything lit
Like I'm uzi
Ride
talkin bout yo mf team
You a bengal tiger, dyin breed, no polo g
Die a legend on my family tree, leave the legacy
They name it after me like juicy j
So my nigga don't hate on me 'cause Juicy J be gettin' his bills
Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket case
Nigga fuck what you
on me
We can all have fun, tell her come see
Grab her by her hair, you ain't going no where
I aint even bring no rubber, she begging me to go bare
This
(Hey) Throw those deuces up
And add a six on it
Call me Yung J O C I'm bout to spit on it (yeah)
I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her
Tony Montana
Maison Margiela boot right up in Manor
Wiz Khalifa da reefer, smoke by the pound
Drunk on Juicy J like I'm on the brown
Touching that
I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the angered face
Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
I paved the way, 'cause they ain't get
and roll in that dough
So fuck you boy I'm real as truth and so I know we'll smoke
[DJ Paul]
That aint my dog, that's just a nigga that just be tryna play
the fronting
Keep my dick from jumping jumping
Take a shot of fifths and liquor
But I can't be buying nothing
Where I'm from I can't be saying
Cause I'm
bitch
Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be
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