Lyrics:
saying that she all mine game so I play along juicy ass turn boy short to a thong fucking to one of my song so wet all night off white
From house slippers
cold cuts
I'm just tryna get a lil head, no shoulders
Made the kitty get super wet, no Doja
Baby I'm a super freak
And you looking juicy, b
I'ma hit
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
after I fuck her right
Uhh
It's like a hi and bye when we slide
I bring the high you bring that ass by and we vibe
She attracted to the thrill but keep it
You say you loyal to me
What the fuck you told for
Then what you tell for
Hmm
Shit is gettin' spooky rollin' J's up like
I'm juicy and I always stay
tryna play the game
Rearrange, they respect me and them, not the same
I was raised by a vet, now it's fuck em cause he changed
Pain fo a prison, did I
then a bitch
Spent a lot of time writing scripts
So it’s about time i pull a skit (Yeah yeah)
Niggas be hating when i’m trying to feed my family
But I
you expanding by stretching it too
And now you’re stagnant for making those moves
Don’t exalt yourselves you’d be humbled by fools who
You thought were
down for what?
Turn down for what?
Yeah, there you have it, nigga
Memphis Tenn (Turn down for what?)
Yo Gotti, Juicy J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama (Turn down
pimpin'
Tearin' up them clubs with that syrup syrup sippin'
Club full of drugs on the curb just kickin'
Juicy J a jiggalo with 85 women
Ridin' in
pimpin'
Tearin' up them clubs with that syrup syrup sippin'
Club full of drugs on the curb just kickin'
Juicy J a jiggalo with 85 women
Ridin' in
winning the oscar only some would last due to pressure
And be the last man standing
Dj paul and juicy j, the (last 2 walk)
Smoke it up, what you do,
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
characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
(Repeat chorus 2x)
(Juicy J)
First I want to grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take
it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day (yes sir)
Fuck boys wanna blast me (Juicy J)
This might be your last day (Joe Budden let's get it)
But it
before Whitney
Roll thru the hood as I'm bumpin Yung Simmie
Feel like Juicy J cuz I'm gone need the Jimmy
I'm from New York I got homies in Philly
You
girl
(Creepy girl) , no Juicy J
She's a very trippy girl (Trippy girl) , ayy
These rubber bands gon' make her dance
(Gon' make her dance) , ayy
This
hating safe sex
Just couldn't do it, the cutest proved to be brutest
My living room is a nudisty colony I recruited
I do it for, Luda, for Juicy
I know, I know you watchin'
Silly bitch, stop tellin' 'em lies, hoes, stop spreadin' them rumors
Juicy J, self made skinny nigga, pockets on Yokozuna
(Juicy J)
At the Dub we gettin buck
Comin like a lightning struck
Cockin back the chrome at the ??
Bitches say I'm fakin it
Players playa hatin it
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
snakes
Get the icing on the top
You need be baking your cakes
'Cause I'm like J Cross with the shake
All the shit that I take
Wanna take my Dad
off my lane
Me an Boog we had to jump out on da back street by da lake
If we didn’t run we wouldn’t made it home safe
1 of my day 1 nigga still my
break his fucking beard
Start a mosh pit, fuck this nigga up
Split the middle and don't move until we say so
Skits is crowd surfing in the middle
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