Lyrics:
I had a dream last night
It was a hardcore battle
I remember Katy Perry on a dark horse saddle
Followed by far more cattle
I was there alone with
Aye
Trynna hear that shit bump
Whoa
Yea
Aye
Aye
Whoa
Servin da J like Juicy
Work wit da fade like Boosie
They see me swervin da lane
They think I'm
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
kobe fuck un big mac
Baller, money time, je deviens T-Mac
On a tous les vices
Il m'manque des boulons j'ai tous les vices
Hey, what time is it,
5 heures
till it can't fold
Got so much Jewelry when you me
You gone need a blind fold
Bih acting like we go way back
I don't know you bih and that's big facts
I
pen so she won't ever let go
Need me a hoe from the trap (Cunt)
Spending cash to make it back (Uh)
Big booty to make her mans (Nut)
Three guns on My
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
She taste very fruity, juicy
We gon make a movie
My choppa solving problems
I be solving Rubik's (Ay)
CarlNoel are you ready?
Whooopsi Made It
Uh,
leather
Who does it better
Told her I'm just rapping baby I'm not a rapper (I'm not a rapper)
Pull up to a shoot out
Walk up with no kevlar
Had to do it
every thing and anything, a badaboom, a badabing
I gotta do a lot of things, to make it clearer to a couple niggas
That I always win and then I gotta
and anything, a badaboom, a badabing
I gotta do a lot of things, to make it clearer to a couple niggas
That I always win and then I gotta get it again,
smokin' on
Yea nigga, I'm rolling up that high-grade
Chillin' on the porch, smoking like it's Friday
Every day of the week to Juicy J's a high day
Niggas
the world up on my shoulders it's starting to feel heavy
Need a big body * comaro that's named chevy
Too complex to understand, they don't get me
She hate my
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
Aye tell them boys it's big boss man, I don't know what else to tell em
I'm coming at ya like ya know I'm finna pop aye
I told ya I was on the way
Did I forget to mention
Destined for riches
She was bad
She was bad
Never had no halo
Body like J-Lo
Do as I
Do as I
Do as I say so
Drop kicks in
.F.L.O.X.T
Chopped into fancy language on exact technique
J.F.L.O.X.T
J.Flo just float in this bitch
J.F.L.O.X.T
J.Flo just float with me
Juicy fruit on daily binge
seul billet
Fuck, oh my god, god!
Is it really driven by the power of the unconscious human mind?
D'accord
Merde, j'ai raté le coche
Merde,
big paie
J'suis ton big daddy
Shake it up Boo y'a qu'ça qui m'plait
J'suis sur Bricklane
Call me par l'nickname
J'sais qu'elle veut bounce avec moi
Que
big dog
Every time we hit the red lights, just shine (yeah)
It ain't nothin' but a good day (shut the fuck up)
Don't die (Juicy J, in the building,
I wanna see you shake that
Why you make me ask girl shake it faster
Make them racks grow faster and faster aye
Give it to me (aye) way too juicy
Need
Sky high
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Aye mane say mane
What it do mane
Aye say shawty
What it do
What it do
Baby
Aye
Aye
Hey yeah
Uh huh
Sky high
I hopped on a yacht with a Uzi
Red blood on my bottoms they Gucci
We don't need Bacardi to party
My bitch roll a J call her juicy
I hopped on a yacht
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