Lyrics:
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
high class on the internet
But don't got shit she earned
She got that bag from Juicy J
She got that ass from Rudy Gay
Now your silly ass down on one
The m-1, close-casin' em
Defacin em like county property
He'd die for me
Spittin' on your whole image, I rob you and make a mockery
Yo ya see that party by
""hell yea"" (hell yea)
If you believe in having sex say ""hell fuck yea"" (yes sir)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Shawty throw me that ass, hold up let me see it
I'm known to be the Damager
Juicy J the couple hour bangin bangin Standarler
And I don't pump no hoes off up in my rubber like you Scavengers
Drink, smoke, party ya ass off
Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off
Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off
Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off
stare
Juicy, yeah
I got dizzy on my mind
She was at the party, she looks beauti'
Her face is prettier than the jewelry
I got my mind stuck in her stare
[spoken by Juicy J]
Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my
bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
Used to tell her what you said, bro
Me, Juicy J, get too many hoes
Me, Juicy J, get too many flows
Clique
a lil' too much for me
Plus, for me, your party's not really where I want to be
Shit,
There's people here going ice fishing in the basement
And by ice
free with
Bargain phony Fendi juicy delicious
Sappy endings, appetites lashed to the hood of the Bentley
We want
Bobby Trendy's bendy body sent free
500 Pounds Good Gizzay
Music & Lyrics by Loyce P. Huston, Joyce A. Huston
Published by Lady J Huston Music
I got 500 Pounds Good Gizzay
I'm gonna
still rolin' man, they off the chain
Everybody let ya spin wheels spin like a spin mill
Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville
See them
rims still rollin' man, they off the chain
Everybody let you spin wheels, spin like a spin mill
Juicy J on syrup, pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville
rims still rollin' man, they off the chain
Everybody let you spin wheels, spin like a spin mill
Juicy J on syrup, pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville
Say what? Say what?
Drink, smoke, party ya ass off
Drink, smoke it, party ya ass off
Drink it, smoke it, party ya ass off
Drink it, smoke it, party
it's going down like greatly
Stick yo good to my whole team,
Then leave it up like mayweather
In the V.I.P., I pop 100D
That's Juicy J and this pappy
Tropical life, I got you by my side
Is she Dominican or Puerto Rican? I can't tell the difference yeah
She the feisty type, big juicy booty she
Man J's On My Feet I Be Doin That Crazy Jump I Jump On That Crazy Jump I Jump On That Crazy Jump Man J's On My Feet On I Be Scoring c Goal cnd I
jdou kšefty
Releasy, rádio, koncerty
Občas si ale chci oddechnout, odjet pryč
Smoke that bitch
Jako Lex Luger a Juicy J, balim juicy blunt
To ty čubky
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
me, baby, and I was doin? my duty
She was a helluva cutie
(Why)
Because she had a ghetto booty
Me, Rick and Ron was coolin? at the party
Pushed up
my gunz till my clips retire
America pray 'cause I don't want to expire
I'ma soldier
[Juicy J:]
I'ma U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Playin
it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day (yes sir)
Fuck boys wanna blast me (Juicy J)
This might be your last day (Joe Budden let's get it)
But it
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