Lyrics:
D-O-P-E by the way the girls react
When they see, me they screaming so loud that they voices crack
Just like that; she never met a jerk like I
Told me
I'm too far from my family to travel
I just came unraveled
Socked the D.A. before I got gaffled
Owned by C.A, State Property
Just like the year fifteen
and they never had ta scrap
[Juicy J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from red and wet
Body curved up like a cornrow
Hold up, mane hold up, mane
Juicy J from Taylor Gang
Rollin’ Phantom, rollin’ dank
Green cologne, I know it stank
Light it up, and hold a drank
Hit
and bro fed his
Had a dream like MLK that feds let a young nigga beef
She bad, she can't be bae cah bands make her dance like Juicy J
She made for
seats
Cartier them the frames when you in The "D"
Being broke a nigga only real enemy
Life is not a race it's a marathon
Smoking bubble kush sipping Dom
And then I slapped her with a taste of the bowzack
Yo, the be-I-V was on a J-O-be, most definitely gettin? the D-O-M-E
Waxin? and taxin? from 12 to 3
Oh,
nouvelle go est élégante et elle est très appétissante, yeah
J'ai chier mes cours me math
S'pour ça j'compte pas les dates
J'fais pas d'erreur de frappes
Je
silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So
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)
star here
Yeah, yeah
She doing her duty, juicy lips like Trudy
Kissing them by the pair
Big booty she toot it, I call her ass Judy
She grab all
and crumble
If ya got real friends
You ain't need to sit and worry
They should be by your side and if they ain't
You should hurry, and go
Green J's got me
the moon, so
I don't wanna be twenty-somethin'
cnd still in my head about
Seventeen in my bedroom talkin'
You said that by now we'd
Paint the walls of our
to stay real (real)
To me it's like breathing (Southside Bronx)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used
silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So
quand j'roast
Mon pen game est stoopid gross
Trop pas clean
J'm'explose la face j'passe du gas au lean
Un peu d'essence j'reviens à l'essence real quick
a motherfucking DJ
Yeah I am DJ
The J is a part of my name
I gave her the D later
The haters and fakes real similar
But nigga I'm not related
On my Mystikal shit
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
Ouuuu Ouuuuu Yeah
See, Cos I'm young, Rich, black and my team long
Beh gyal ah sing my songs
Beh gyal ah say they want more they want more
Inna D
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
here before and I know all the traps It's
Been getting real hard to stay away from your magic
J'me laisse tenter une autre fois
J'ai du me le répéter 100
jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl
[Juicy J:]
I'm smokin on some Taylor shit
Lookin for a festive bitch
Ridin on twenty sixes my pockets
cappuccino
Juicy j
Got me
On that
No cappuccino
Instead of
No cap
Aye mane
Say mane
901 Kingpin
Aye mane
Shout out
Too
My sound engineer
Young mane
confuse you
The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo
Wu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying Daggers
Where the truth aim, flying out
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