Lyrics:
(it's ya boy Juicy J)
I'm just tryna cut her up, tryna bust a nut
Tryna take somebody bitch, turn her to a slut
Tryna fill my cup, tryna live it up
(it's ya boy Juicy J)
I'm just tryna cut her up, tryna bust a nut
Tryna take somebody bitch, turn her to a slut
Tryna fill my cup, tryna live it up
that shit by the bay
I'm that nigga round the way
This that boy, on that block, squeeze that ratchet everyday
This that swerving from the cops
Give
friends
Juicy J three hoes in a white on white Benz
I stay sipping codeine
Blue dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with bank statements like Oprah
so bad for somebody to come up over the 6
You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH
[Juicy J]
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin'
[Juicy J:]
Yeah, we high as a junt up in this motherfucker
I'm drinkin' some fruit punch; thats belvedere vodka and cranberry juice
[Violent J's Intro]
I choke... nope... that's wack hold up.
I stab you with an umbrella,
then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopean.
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
on a fuckin blunts
till my minds about to blow
motherfuck the universe
because we brought you da end, hoe
[Juicy J]
first I want to grab a nigga by his
And get a new batch that'll do the same
Ah, man, cold game
Front row seats at the Laker game
Kobe Bryant, that's my nigga
Juicy J, blaze, my nigga
We up in
Juicy J)
I’m just tryna cut her up, tryna bust a nut
Tryna take somebody bitch, turn her to a slut
Tryna fill my cup, tryna live it up
Throw some hundreds
don’t mind
(It's ya boy, Juicy J)
I’m just tryna cut her up, tryna bust a nut
Tryna take somebody bitch, turn her to a slut
Tryna fill my cup, tryna live
[Juicy J]
I can make that thang wet like a sponge bob
Wishin that she present I be standing man that's so hard
We got all the haters in the club and they
make no ends
I'm on my grind
See me when I shine
Fake fucking friends
Can't make no ends
I'm on my grind
See me when I shine
Time is money, mais j
day
Gold grills like im juicy j
Dropouts pumpin all the ye
At the house party with the gang
Make it back home, gotta pray
Shooters got sticks they dont
to close, so she puttin' on a show
We're all stumblin' out the parking lot
Still goin' up at the afterspot
It's yo boy, Juicy J, I'm that wicked lover
Got
Killa Klan (8x)
Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated ? North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago
(cities differ for each chorus)
[Juicy J]
Late last
you know I'm 'bout my bread
I count a hundred million dollars
'fore I go to bed
I'm smoking OG, I'm drinking champagne
I'm standing on the couch just
Dior
Degenerate down to my core
Imma rock J's like Juicy
Imma, imma, imma rock J's like Juicy
Money get long Uzi
Money, money, money rack long like Uzi
bar so dope that's juicy J on the track yeah
Bitches so fine they serving me slurpy right in the middle of camp yeah
Watch 'em get the mulla, said
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didn't ya see her in a bikini
Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies
For
What's up? This Juicy J in the
Building with my dog Star Slinger, nigga
We trippin' man! Preach, nigga!
My chain dumbin' (yes Sir)
Wrist game
got money to do it
Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan
know what I'm feeling
But the textures detour me and assure me that I
Am very best for my being
All of them want the same
Opulence is the aim
Some seem
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