Lyrics:
[DJ Paul + Juicy J talking]
Motherfucker it's on nigga Hypnotize motherfucking Minds got damn it
Once again Lil' Wyte it's going down Lil' Wyte Doubt
creatures I held off on unleashing
Peep it
Ill harmonic soul symphonic chronic rhymes and it's kinda hypnotic
God, it has got to be time that
I spent writing
I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson
Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican
Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts
With every
my name, voulait marquer un point
Elle a fait plus qu'un gain, elle a gagné toute la game
J'ai dit « désolé girl, I’m a stoner
If you try to cuff me,
on a fuckin blunts
till my minds about to blow
motherfuck the universe
because we brought you da end, hoe
[Juicy J]
first I want to grab a nigga by his
bout?
i been stayin outta trouble shit i bin on the couch
i was workin on the album i was listenin now
then doug called (ay you spoke to J?)
Yea is it
songs on my album
Like "Day Doesn't Die" and "Inner Ninja"
Which became my biggest song I ever did
There's actually a lotta guys over the years
could hit with Juicy, Paul and Banner
I gotta holla at peaches, when I hit Atlanta
'cause I'm fresh and I'm clean, with baugettes in my ring
I got my
could hit with Juicy, Paul and Banner
I gotta holla at peaches, when I hit Atlanta
'cause I'm fresh and I'm clean, with baugettes in my ring
I got my
And everybody can't be on the same thing
And everybody can't be a known rapper
Know what I tell ya exactly
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
In the ghetto we got ghetto stars
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didn't ya see her in a bikini
Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies
For
and when I die
Baptized in eternal fire I'll
Shed so many tears
After realizing, to master enterprising
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then
Began
I think I need some antidote
He say my pussy juicy and it's fruity
Just like cantaloupe
I swear I'll get married to that D
If I can elope let's go
won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J
Man, you gotta watch out for
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga
It's a good day (good
this chick
Bitch was beautiful
Para trooping (pair of drooping) boobies
Air ballooning booty
Needs some spooning like a Super Bowl.
I’ll be Raj J, you be
the MAC
Who's the one you call? Mr. Majoe, Majoe
Who's the, who's the one you call
Mein letztes Album, es sollte die Szene killen
Keine Swingerparty,
till I die till I find what is right
When my mind lost in fear
No I won't fall down in tears
I'll give it all till I tear
Keep on going and I'll stand up
I bent my knife
I'll do it for AK and S45, 'til all of them die, this beef won't die
And none of them six boys touched my guys
Put your GG in a blunt
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
, damn
And by that time I was moving on to other bands
Didn't check No Pressure, 'cause by then I found my mans
J. Cole
Mass hypnosis
You cannot control
gone blow up
Writing my lyrics
Mass with your head's
It's the only solution I've ever imagined
Man I was told
By people I know
That I'll be nothing in
saying Shania is more
Of a scientist than an artist?
Shania, please go see J-Lo on Wednesday
I'd prob die with you both in the smae room
Yo, er, (wink) in
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