Lyrics:
man
Make it so much, you should call me money man
And why everybody wanna profit off me
What the f**k y'all thought the recipe was free
Them days is
the bigger man but that shit ain't my purpose
If loving you was wrong fk that shit I'm always right
Life is what you make it well I'm about to change my
[Hook: Miley Cyrus]
I'm in the club high off purp with some shades on
Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on
[Juicy J x2]
J???s on my feet
more than feed my children
Out to get them 40 acres y'all can keep that mule
That's old school a bitch need something jet fueled
Dealers out here making
Too Damn Hype
Too Damn Hype
Too Damn Hype
Too Damn Hype
(How y'all feel out there?) --> Run
(oh yeah!)
(How y'all feel out there?) --> Run
(oh
Yeah
Clear enough for ya? Yeah right
Yeah
Why niggas look mad?
Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free
Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me
Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)
(Hahahahaha) Yeah
(Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)
Y'all supposed to be happy I'm
I'm not gonna freeze indeed
You know you can’t fuck with me, I’ll be hanging y’all right by the tree
Ending plenty y’all careers by the century
And you
Gang-gang-ganging up in this bitch
Better-better pay me up
Better bag it up, better rain me up for my shit
Too many dogs up in a mix
Can't take all ya'll, ya'll gon'
foreign cars
Got caught in the stars, but I’m not like y’all
Swear Won’t happen to me at all
I got a girl I can fall on
Day one Had to bring her along
She
Karl Wolf Juicy J Three 6 Mafia
It's going down
UGP
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Oh
Hey
Oh
Hey
Oh
Hey
Oh
My ear is goin' rocky
And my
to see me By di end of this week
3rd verse
Bitching I'm not really into
Bickering and talking that ain't me That's all you
Notice I haven't said anything
shit, all that scary shit, you can't come (no, nuh-uh-uh)
You disrespect the gang, don't talk to 12, cut off your tongue
You get interrogated by them
the tre
Buckets on buckets y'all can't touch it
Get your hand out my face
Punch the gas like I'm ‘bout to drag
Now I'm on your a** like I'm late
Full
street literature
Used to lose battles on purpose so these cats can dream more
I want to see y'all shine without the use of a nine
You might see
think y'all really wanna get wit me
We started gangsta walkin nigga no MC hammer
We really dealy get you hyper then hype
No cut or no arm n hammer
know
Y’all don’t know, we don’t know
No y’all don’t, listen though
Man, I done heard it all before
They wanna meet me in the middle like I’m Malcolm
do
Watcha do, watcha do
Watcha do, watcha do
Watcha do, watcha do
(Juicy J)
Slob on my knob
Lke corn on the cob
Check in with me
And do your
We trippy, mane
It's ya boy Juicy J, y'all can't fuck with Meg, man
Y'all can't fuck with her
Here, hit this weed
Hit this weed, my nigga
'Cause
you faded by the pound, nigga keeping 'em though
Lil fin and queens mound y'all forever be thick
P-mall don't ball I see you moving that shit
T-bolo,
I’m not fucking with that fake shit
Drive-by shooting with a finger-gun, embrace it
Y’all not giving it your all, y’all are complacent
I take it all
a goofy
Go to flight just for sum shoes
Yeah I got more J's than juicy
She say she got that holy body ima part her just like my Moses
I had snakes all in my
hello again! Here we go
Again! Start the show again!
I think we all know the
Direction this is going in!
You sit by the vents and
Prevent us getting in
muscle matter
And if I see you with my bitch hit her dog man you can have her
I ain't fighting over pussy while y'all dying over pussy
Super mushy bitch
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