Lyrics:
pied
On tient tête à la misère comme les Éthiopiens
Six bars pour faire le pire coup du siècle
Pis j'm'en va jusqu'en novembre, j'suis le Limoilou Wyclef
I'm talkin' down home
Smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies
Bustin' like three eighties
Lubricated silencers
Crushin' all challengers
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
chickens
"Fuck you hoe" niggas rollin' optimo
Snortin' that white shit up they nose
Mayne this town is like my town
So we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be
never miss a swing
And I got to stay fly my god is Three 6 Mafia
Rolled a Juicy J and smoked myself into insomnia
(My eyes are wide)
(My eyes are wide)
could never miss a swing
And I gotta stay fly my god is Three 5 Mafia
Rolled a Juicy J and smoked myself into insomnia
(My eyes are wide)
(My eyes are
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
getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon
getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon
doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac bitch, and got ruined
So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid
Juicy J he ride, it's the gang or die
The game will stress you out but that's what this dubie is for
You acting like you know me now
Never knew me
can't touch it g
See me don't speak ain't nothin g
I'm in my zone nigga don't fuck with me AYE
Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All
bitch
Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be
'cha said on the phone
So I suppose ho
I'm the myracist vocal
We just a choke hold, Just a (?) hold
Out the truck
Busta see ya
(Juicy J
Chorus x3
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
(Juicy J)
5 A-M in the mornin'
Nigga heard them tones pumpin' like
Balmain, that Phillip Lim
They say i'm dressing like Kanye
I'm everything that my rhymes say:
Breadwinner, brand owner
Play Cloths, millionaire
never be rich
Rather trade a hoe for mackers dis predemption
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Juicy J
its on! Why you shakin whatcha want to do
I gotta 357 brand
I'm talkin' down home
Smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies
Bustin' like three eighties
Lubricated silencers
Crushin' all challengers
on the calculator
Big wads in my pockets, money barely bend
I'm so sincere riding in a Belly Benz
Hit the booty club, drinking Sapphire gin
Juicy J don't fuck with
tighter than a Chinese
From this Hennessy murder me
If you get the first ups on your trigger nigga
{Juicy J}
I stand by myself
When it come to handling
bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch
Juicy J stay in
bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch
Juicy J stay in
bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch
Juicy J stay in
bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch
Juicy J stay in
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