Lyrics:
J-Star nigga wild fat, it's mad funny
Bitches try to find his piece , but all they see is mad tummy
Beam on his back, like how you gon' run, you ain't fast
that ain't ya hoe dog
Let me get broke off
In this jump off!
I done tightened up on my G dog
I was ducked out at first but now I beat broads
Cock
lookin' like you wanna come play
You know what I'm talkin' about
I got my nephew Ray J in the house
I got my nephew Goldie Loc in the building
And this is
I choke....nope, nah, hold up. Aight, listen....Fucking go!!
(Violent J & Shagy 2 Dope)
I'll stab you with an umbrella, and then open it!
(Nooo!!)
and family aint the same oh no
The stage show glow is subsiding
That and the depression are combining
Got stiffed by the club for my cut, they grimey
like my pocket to juicy
I'm like ooh yey
Ain't no stop the music
Therapeutic
Sipping till we woozy
Raw like sushi
Never judge me like Judy
God is truest
Bienvenue aux antilles où le port d'arme est légal
Tout devient vite létal
"This beat was produced by sunny woah"
Yo ka di kè mwen ka fè label é kè mwen ka
your cliques
The devil's in the details, triple six
It's a juicy day we might hear Juicy J
Do my dirt by lonely, treacherous way
It’s Hip-Hop hooray, but
(ayy)
I'm clean in this bitch (okay)
Now I'm finna shoulder lean in this bitch (ayy, ayy)
Nigga buck, Carbon 15 in this bitch (okay)
This Grand Hustle
(ayy)
I'm clean in this bitch (okay)
Now I'm finna shoulder lean in this bitch (ayy, ayy)
Nigga buck, Carbon 15 in this bitch (okay)
This Grand Hustle
sex, money, drugs, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by niggas blowin' trees out the back of O.J.'s
(J) these
Swift
Chorus(2 Times)
Xzibit:
I'm fucked up J-Ro
J-Ro:
Yo i'm fucked up to
Lookin' at these bitches
From a birds eye view
My name is
ALL DAY - see me fuckin' hookers at truck stops
And then I kill em, 'cause that's where my buck stops
[Verse - Violent J]
ALL NIGHT - I'm wicked and I
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
given
By my homie that died so I done carried his vision
Bruh believed in me before I even viewed myself
All I needed was a beat and I can kill it
the Henny in my hand getting litty in the booth
Yeah we keep it smooth mixing gin and juice with Juicy J rolling papes
Tonight this Maui wowie's gonna make me
[Verse 1: Dizze Rascal]
Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street
You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping
pounds
For a couple bucks
Turnt my mommas house to the trap
I was turnt up
Didn't give a fuck
Chains never tucked
Ima live it up
Serving j's feel like I
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
love the poconos
I stayed ten toes up
Gotta keep a buck
Shit I balling like em too
Cloud on the beat
You Know what we do
Shawty I gotta ask you question
(Intro-J and Shaggy) I choke (nope) Hold up. Aight, listen. (Fucking go!) I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it! (Noo!) Cause I'm sick like
a briefcase
Who needs a wallet?
Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded
I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day
A house by the bay so what do you
fresh out hit the button top recline
I'm glowing on the pine down martin Luther king
I'm looking like a dream cause the Chevy so clean
Dem j's on gleam
her moy let her lick it like a lolli
Lips like Donald Duck's, works Bahama Bucks
So I grabbed her by the pussy like my name was Donald Trump
I wanna
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