Lyrics:
for demands
Like a chopper
And a million bucks
Of worthless currency
To cheer us up
Bad luck
Birds of a feather get plucked
Words of the wise
Don't get
and yes she be whining
Yes I stay rhyming, always wit timing
Low life's be hating, let me pass by dem
Like arrividerci
Off limits style and my pen game
Get me a shorty who bad to the bone
Having to sort out my songs by the tone
Versatility shows and don't know where to go
Sitting… in the lab, mix this,
Spot is hot, people drunk off emotions
No joke, don't rely on old tricks
Catch a fade, get dropped in the mix
Everybody all around is in the mix
Feeling
You can't mix street shit with music
Cause what these haters say
They ain't gon do it
These niggas tryna test, I just might lose it
I might get life
with
Don't let these niggas in the street get your head up
Like they can do better than me
Plus I'm fed up
I had to tell my main chick that one time
a couple of hundreds with all brandishing a horsetail. -Corn
Oya Eyin fere(Common horn section) take me to the bridge now
Bridge .... You better make it
sip Corona
And we don't hang with Simp sons ya know the Homers
Girl I only homer so if you pitching balls
Ain't tryin to let me hit then I'm dismissing
then
But I acted shy
And I let 'em get away
But I'm never gonna do it again, no no
Never gonna do it again
I got the bull by the horns
In
some of the men and guys, wanna come and join too
I don't mind
Let me put in my deep voice on
It's time
Wide hips, thick thighs
Low legs, maybe high
With the mix and the flow
I get faded on a low
I find peace comes with ease
Put it ready on repeat
There's no leash
There's a kill
RIP
By
either support me or get out the Way
All these lil hoes out here calling me Bae
Say what you want but I won't let you Stay
She want that juicy she want
microphone
Come and get this ice-cream cone
Or I'll deliver it when your daddy ain't home
Grown and healthy, that's how I like 'em
Big juicy legs
microphone
Come and get this ice-cream cone
Or I'll deliver it when your daddy ain't home
Grown and healthy, that's how I like 'em
Big juicy legs
out
Don't let Mark Zuckerberg get you knocked out
And don't try me over IG
Don't try to be subliminal and get it by me
I'm a criminal, I'll leave
phone
I don't give a fuck, though
Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
Ooo wee ooo wee,
Cancel culture end careers Everyday
I know its hard when your peers Get in the way
Loose lips sink ships like torpedos
Don't let the dopamine Testosterone
watching Chowder in my finest hour
A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass
Niggas still stuck in the past, opening new scabs
Me and Wiz matching bottles
on dreamboat, let my love light ride
Steam on steamboat to the other side
All aboard, make it fast
Thank the lord, I'm coming home at last
If you love me
you can be
Pretty picky sticky icky no quicky
Pretty Ricky yo favorite jam
Get juicy when I'm on your hot line
That late night special, don't rush cuz
alot
The paper got us dressin' and impressin'
We spend alot
Confessions get us blessings from the Lord
We sin a lot
Wonder will He let me in?
And not
Daddy told me that his daddy said his daddy said, "Son,
Don't be going down with any bullets left in your gun"
He said, now
Live or die, grab it by
the shows
I don't buy bars
I own the floor
I get higher than an airplane
Juicy J is the new rick James
My ear is goin' rocky
And my wrist's all froze
can do it like Mixmaster can, come on!
I've got the D-double-O-D-double-O style
Here we go again because it's been a while
Do me a favor, don't touch
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