Lyrics:
imma swerve hard
Talk shit get burnt for the worst part
All I'm hearing is cap n' shit
Don't take no risks
Snapback but I won't take lip
All in her
mind 'cause I'm Juicy J
Throw, and I get a nine, tint all in my cars
Hoes acting hard
Blowing smoke on a broad call my boys like all aboard
Turn up
live it please don't play with me silly
I make music for the hustlers, the real niggas gonna feel it
I grind hard all day that's how I'm comfortably
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
the lock of a real dog's mind be
The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see
Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?
Slap me one day
nothing but pack
Bald-headed scallywag, real niggas salute me
Catch me at that Memphis game, seats saved by Rudy
Or Marc Gasol, or Selby do, that's plenty
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
(winnin' it)
Big up's to all of my hustlers
While the globe spinnin', it ain't time to sleep
Break me off a piece of that paradise pie
'Til the day I
the two-piece
The colorful one must be the Pucci, ussy
I know the pussy really juicy
Sparks J, sips tea, cock the Uzi
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma
And everybody can't be on the same thing
And everybody can't be a known rapper
Know what I tell ya exactly
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
In the ghetto we got ghetto stars
"Alright now, here we go"
Tell me, how many real motherf***ers feel me? I smoke a blunt
And freak the funk until these jealous motherf***ers
shoplift
I don't want to fuck her cuz that ass too stiff
I bet you this blunt won't get passed to him
Until I get rich I ain't sleep
Just watch the company
Tale of the physical trait
Intoxicated by the bomb as I start to sedate
Your mainframe
All speaking on running this thang
Five J's in the house
you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime
J-J-J-J.O
Yea, yea, yea, yea
O.G. love, uh huh, kind of make you move don't it? Ha.
Uh huh Uh huh
YeeaYeeah
Ride with the queen, XLR-V
Smoke wit
that don't mean shit
That don't mean shit oh my God that don't mean shit
Got the latest J's okay they fresh
Got the newest car but now you in debt
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
alone
All by myself
Had a funny feeling
That the business
Wasnt finished right
Livin wit that funny feeln
Hard for me to sleep at night
Heard I'm getn
"Alright now, here we go"
Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt
And freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Tell me you gon' hold it down, baby girl 'cause this shit ain't for the weak, nah
Real niggas don't cheat, yeah
Uh,
a bar, this is hey, hey
Back up in the trunk with tha AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae
Got
designer shit huh
No money at da table all chips
This rice, grits, beans
All in da hips
So damn bossy
YOU can tell by the dip
Waist line amazing
Mrs juicy
the fuck You leave down here by myself
These n***** ain't real
Eventually time will tell
cnd it expose a n**** hand
I go off a n**** actions
Give a fuck
study
Yeah they winning
U thought we was finished
We just beginning
Cos most boys didi ka
S3 men hu asem a me men ka
Street ways Abi real hustler
Go get
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