Lyrics:
and dawg niggas (wipe me down)
Yall niggas call niggas but my nigga all killas
get ya issue and whoever fall wit ya
Chorus
Cuz im on (wipe me down)(8x)
You been shooting your shot that's a lot of bricks
When I'm aiming the rock all you see is swish
When I'm hitting the J, field goal high percent
I don't
while I'm lookin' in her eyes
I know y'all be tellin' lies, lyin' on ya dick ain't real
Nigga say he fucked my bitch and he couldn't wait to steal
But
of y'all never came outside
And I'm still spinnin' paper back from nineteen-ninety-five
(Woo, woo) Chicken, chicken
(Woo, woo) Chicken heads
(Woo, woo)
on my lips so much
Go ahead and suck my juicy clit
Y'all be doing way too much
My tongue a pistol with this shit
I got better rap for suckers
That's
the shows
I don't buy bars
I own the floor
I get higher than an airplane
Juicy J is the new rick James
My ear is goin' rocky
And my wrist's all froze
Yeah, yeah
Seuss
Let me talk my shit to y'all man
Slater, you're making me blush
Look
I get it early
Imma get mine while y'all taking the scraps
girls I do it for y'all
It's all rite baby girl I do it for y'all yeah
Philly I do it for y'all
Full Surface J Records we do it for y'all
My man
(You love that
Ladies and gentlemen Ms Mary J Blige)
Thank you
(One more time for Ms Mary J Blige y'all
Ok, alright we might be at 8, we close
We close
delighted
Five-hundred dollars worth of White Star
'Bout to hide it
'Cause y'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that E&J and Paul Masson
beee with youuuuuu
[J.Cole]
Yeah
Hey
Ay though I love you hate that bitch that's always with you
aShame I gotta put up with her shit just to get you
She
y'all remember the old days?
The old days when the Reverend Dr. J
Used to take the whole team, boy
Used to do it to 'em
Used to burn 'em, used to burn
(2 Chainz)
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J's on, pinky ring, dogging these hoes, I need
you're my disciple, so you want to do everything I do
Good for nothing Reina, y'all wanted to play me for the fool
If you think I am the villain, let's
Riding threw the nine dime , 9 on my side
Pistol pump pistol pump on my lap at all times
Riding threw the city, lemonade with the henny
Juicy J
Yea we here now
Don't get scared now.
Ja rule nigga bout to tear shit down.
What y'all thought y'all was gon eat forever,
And my dog wouldn't
all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J's on, pinky ring, dogging
(What?)
Niggas dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)
Niggas cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals?
On foe'nem
Y'all know
and yellow
I'm a bumblebee lit up like a Christmas tree
Drinkin' Hennessey Black, I'm from Tennessee
Juicy J make the way on my own two
Quarter mil' for
[Mary J. Blige]
All my love is all I have
All my life I look for you
[Fabolous]
I'm just Fab, I see how Mary be now
But I can barely be found
from the sh*t/
So I gotta set it off, I'm a boss/
Cause lately I don't wanna keep it in/
You know I wish you well/
Gave a damn about an L/
Y'all was
as I roll out with
My niggas out in Dallas look at Juicy J
He balling like the Mavericks
Me and all my niggas
And a bunch of automatics
If a nigga roll
right
110 in the stolen coupe then I'm swerving right
Fly wih me come see these heights
Don't be scared, hol' on tight
Y'all should call me Conrad
swear my life is a moovie
Ya,Ya I'm the pen on the loose leaf
Ha, ha I'm surrounded by groupies
Uh-huh Okaay I ride the beat my waay, I stay lit all daay,
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