Lyrics:
on your P's and Q's at all times (okay)
Before you move, make sure you strapped with that iron (okay)
If you gon' shoot, gotta be prepared to do time
Kamai, what's papa's rapper name?
Juicy J
Thank you, baby
(Why do I stay high?)
Ayy, mane, we just in the studio, you know what I'm saying? (Why
Stand, by me (Ahh)
Oh-oh stand by me (Like, it's that Youngwerkk ninja, you know the vibes)
P with me, Chap with me (Big TNO, trust no one gotta
dollar
[Juicy J]
Back when I was broke
didnt nobody wanna fuck wit me
hangin wit my nigga D.
Magic in this property
snipers gaurdin niggas
wit them
money I ain't gotta talk shit
All these shooters on my team mane
You'd only think we be playing offense
Playing with the paper now you in dank
Juicy J
bitches for me
It's them dark skin Hershey Kisses bitches for me
Juicy J, I specialize in ratchets
Soon as I see what I want, nigga, I gotta have it
I
Gotta have a big, bad bank account, not pity amounts
Bud by the pound, smoke a motherfuckin' ounce
A mean ass crib, all digital studio
And some
I pay in taxes
Middle finger way up high to the masses
Stay out my business, don't touch my jacket
You know what I'm bout, you ain't even gotta ask
Yeah
For the first time it's going down in history, baby
New Three 6 Mafia
Featuring 8Ball and MJG
Young Buck in from Tennessee
I gotta stay
Yeah
For the first time it's going down in history, baby
New Three 6 Mafia
Featuring 8Ball and MJG
Young Buck in from Tennessee
I gotta stay
Warm lavender bubble bath
Splish splash
I smile you laugh
My better half
My shorty sweet but don't sleep
She stay strapped
She's always by my side
But
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up
I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with
Stay strapped up
We in that bando
Glock nine on
My Hip
Put that 38
On your bitch
Audemar up on
My wrist
My whip go crazy
Neiman Marcus trips
Gotta have
I'm up with the J's, we all vampin'
Put the work in the wax bag and stamped it
You can catch the rico when you stamp it
But the hood gotta know who got
And people they wonder they wonder
I did a hunnit in the summer
I be so dolo, Always on go though
Gotta stay fly, Hit with the showboat
Hater will block block
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
we gotta stay straight, mane
Robbin' and workin' these hoes, fool, it ain't no thang
I even got virgins servin' for me in some other nations
Pimpin'
like a bitch
We'll clip your neck and then dip
Pickin up the phone I don't wanna be wrong
I just hope we get along by the end of the song
I just gotta
Good hands great head like Allstate, yuh
Camping in the pussy like Narnia, ooh
Mask on strapped with the cobra
About to rob a rich bitch named Oprah
All
Open up the doors and let them in
Gotta mop the floors and clear the bins!
Better check the stores and order in!
Don't you just adore this sort
time hitting this bitch I gotta work
I call me nigga Big L for about two ounces to serve
I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me?
I'm
pay them bills
Know that pussy
Wake up kick her out my hotel
You gotta get home, you can't stay
Juicy J cut her like OJ
She thought it was love, no way
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