Lyrics:
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
things out, Bring dem things out
I chose the streets & my son may Take the same route
Let the thurl Niggaz in & let the lames out
Shit I blow ya brains
children who we feed (Girl you my OG)
Set a cold night on fire 4 ya
Bet them pussy niggaz won't die 4 ya nah
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
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.
where my bros at
Need something you know where to find me
You know how its goes yeah i got that
Chaque jour je m'efforce et j'work pour remplir le
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
Niggaz like Rock-A-Bye baby
Cocking 380's on the daily
Yo best bet's on baby
Ain't gotta call the hood baby
My heater heavy
I feel bout 50 pounds more
for life, young Pimp see
Put my first record out, at the age of 16
Rapping 'bout moving work, candy painted symphony
We was the first niggaz
I don't care what you niggaz is spittin'
I got the remedy, fuck
In less than a year I got a deal, my energy up
We on the way up to the club
Hell Rell:
Okay, I'm all about my money bitch
Hell Rell, I'm all about my money
Verse 1
Hell Rell:
Yo, blow money in large amounts
Niggaz hate when
go die by
The gun but all die nah die for my city, jhon
Watin you know?
You still de cap ba? u de alone
Niggaz weh cluster say you de jonez
Wida that
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
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
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
Angeles, this is Los Angeles
Out the belly of CA, hated by the D.A.
Skatin' in a '6-trey drinkin' on E&J
Everything will C okay
As I turn this bottle for my
I was riding around getting my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
Riding around getting my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
Riding around getting
bag, big ups, my plug, Big Man
Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe
Jose hit me everything Straight
comin in by the bail Aye
pockets fat gaining
vip popping bottles with my niggaz
That's when I seen lil momma with that itty bitty figure
She turnt up
She turnt up
She twerking that luh booty so
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
another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad
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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