Lyrics:
Saw you dancing on the floor
Whole room stood still
Looking at you caught you by surprise (What)
Yea you gimme a quick look
Imma throw up this cash
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
shit
Aloe Vera no mascara can I make that clearer
Peter Thomas Roth help your face clear up
Gimme head in laneige let's hydrate your face
Drunken
In the whip cross over with a lane switch
In the whip swerving stupid with a brain glitch
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout out
HOOK
In the whip cross over with a lane switch
In the whip swerving stupid with a brain glitch
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout
at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet (ah-ha)
Boss on the avi, Rihanna screensaver
Whenever you see fat boy, I know it mean paper (we trippy, mane, uh)
Juicy J
wasted!
Puff, sip, puff, sip, puff, sip,
Get wasted!
Gimme a jug of that Crowne
Guzzle that down
What's
I'm trippin' on that now
I can tell by
motherfucker push
I'm affiliated wit more terrorists then g bush BITCH!
Verse 2
(Juicy J)
We got them niggaz gettin wild gettin buck
Havin fits
Hand
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
Head to my toe in new fashion from france
She wanna do me
Said i be posted with rico and j, so she comin wit groupies
Call up the plug, need a pack for
it
Filled it up long ago, give it as you wrapped it
And if you feeling ratchet, bitch I'm juicy j
Now drop it low within my highschool gpa
Dr.
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
Mafia boys be killin'
They call my Juicy J, I got that SK that be drillin'
You fuck with me you might get hit
I'm known for dome peelin'
[Chorus:
Biggie Just gimme the loot, loot loot ayee,
And he looking tired coach, I'm ready to get em
He aint no shooter, no He just like to dribble
I got it lit,
Corizo by the name
I speak the fact and the truth
My cassava is a fruit
My lyrics be like gun mess with it
It will shoot
Life is a bitch
Fuck it once
the two-piece
The colorful one must be the Pucci, ussy
I know the pussy really juicy
Sparks J, sips tea, cock the Uzi
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
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
mind 'cause I'm Juicy J
Throw, and I get a nine, tint all in my cars
Hoes acting hard
Blowing smoke on a broad call my boys like all aboard
Turn up
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me
And do your job
Lay on the bed
And gimme head
Don't have to ask
Don't have to beg
Juicy
I'm gone
(Juicy J)
Who is that fool who be talking that shit
Sayin he down,but he diss Triple Six
If that bitch step he go get his wig split
whut?
I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath
And choke them by the neck while I just fuck her to death
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
Now tell me do you
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