Lyrics:
Moet
And y'all two go, and y'all could stay
Y'all been stopping all y'all lives
And watching out what not to say
Baby father mad she got her kid all
be restored
Crazy how y'all niggas hate, but somehow always wanting more
A nigga ain't feeling too good so guess what? Imma go pour up another one
Need
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
Excusez-vous, je mets les States dans l'trou
Cash rules everything around me
Cream, get the money, dollar-dollar bill, y'all
Money, money,
n****, that to me you so cash n****
Stuffed in a Louie bag n****, Juicy J be that n****
Big bag of that stank killer, codeine in my drink killer
Mostly
nigga, that to me you so cash nigga
Stuffed in a Louie bag nigga, Juicy J be that nigga
Big bag of that stank killer, codeine in my drink killer
Mostly
this is directly to you hoe
You motherfuckin' in the face ass
Cross this nigga, fuck y'all
This for you nigga, bitch
[Hook:]
Fuck what u heard,
Fuck
on the wall now nigga
now tell me what you think about that look me in my eyes
and tell me nigga bitch bitch bitch bitch hoe hoe hoe nigga
{Juicy J
high, sittin' 22 inches fly
Who the shit
[chorus]
[Juicy J]
Smokin' on some taylor shit, lookin for a thirsty bitch
Ridin' on 26's, my pockets never
""hell yea"" (hell yea)
If you believe in having sex say ""hell fuck yea"" (yes sir)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Shawty throw me that ass, hold up let me see it
Juicy J
I got this pimpin' straight from
Memphis, I say tell my niggas switch it, go New York to Memphis
Blowin' niggas out
Won by double digits, hatin'
a tumor
Flex so hard that it hurt y'all niggas
Laugh to the bank who birthed y'all niggas
223 bound to hearse y'all niggas
Race to the cheese I'm first my
better sit back
And sip yall some cognac, always know where the backdoor at
Always know where the bando at
If not most, all my friends know that
You wanna
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout out to Mary J, babe with the real love
Shoutout to all you lames in the club
Who been talking all
with that jet flow
My head's spinnin', i'm spittin' like i'm possessed
Yo i'm cracking bones, don't jack my flow
Pretty please i beg y'all or shit gon'
duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar
confront
Y'all niggas lunch, I'ma negate
'Less I am hungry, I ain't a bully
You got a 20? I got 3k i broke an artist
I'm Bobbi Brown, yeah, you Mary Kay
was y’all at (Where ya at, Where ya at)
Same n****s on Instagram sneak dissing like some cats (p***y)
These n****s outchea living life like they
star here
Yeah, yeah
She doing her duty, juicy lips like Trudy
Kissing them by the pair
Big booty she toot it, I call her ass Judy
She grab all
jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl
[Juicy J:]
I'm smokin on some Taylor shit
Lookin for a festive bitch
Ridin on twenty sixes my pockets
a treat?
Yeah bring it way back these n***as just want to act
All y'all cap y'all typing in all caps
All y'all sap got a dike b***h with a strap
Make you
have no purpose
And my souls grown cold
Shunned by all
Those who wanted me to fall
I should just give up
And say f##k it all
Hook
I just want to put
it rain, Juicy J he be makin' it flood
Fuck it man I threw it all
She assed out never no drawers
That shit be good I would pass her the sack, bitch
happy I'm living I'm rapping and driving
Y'all snatching for views and I get it
I swear that I motherfu**ing get it
I been living splendid my momma she
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