Lyrics:
it
They tried to Riley me up, but I betting Pat's expression
You can never pass a legend
I'm spitting on holy beats
I'm beating my past, present
I'm
quick on her feet
Ride this dick like a new RV
Diamond wrist that's the VV's
I go for the J no Stevie
Leave your head on a wonder
Like Stevie
Vaccinated
of sex crimes, committed by Buster Rhymes
Now I'm in a police car, in a red bra, with my balls in a jam jar
So I'm telling P.C Riley, what they did to me,
say I still keep me a halo
Or maybe go to PR and meet J Lo
I was down bad confidence was just way low
I could call up my cuz he don't even play though
biting bitches by the neck
Got my dick as long as cords or sasaa que's for the check
A little bit depressed, I mix the mta and cess
Too much to the chest
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
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
the semi
Mafia shit with Juicy J sippin' Henny
I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny's
I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team
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
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
motherfucker push
I'm affiliated wit more terrorists then g bush BITCH!
Verse 2
(Juicy J)
We got them niggaz gettin wild gettin buck
Havin fits
Hand
shit only show them real niggas you don’t really want it
So keep calm and get money
[Verse 1:Juicy J]
30 block, 30 rounds, AK 100+
Better know it’s
In the whip cross over with a lane switch
In the whip swerving stupid with a brain glitch
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout out
HOOK
In the whip cross over with a lane switch
In the whip swerving stupid with a brain glitch
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout
nothing unless it's the thrill
No glove, she loving the feel
Nasty natty put the perc in her butt
Lil dirty slut
Juicy J, I don't say no to ratchets
Smoke
I'm talkin' down home
Smothered in gravy, Cool J be
Havin' young ladies
Bustin' like three eighties
Lubricated silencers
Crushin' all challengers
tighter than a Chinese
From this Hennessy murder me
If you get the first ups on your trigger nigga
{Juicy J}
I stand by myself
When it come to handling
dough
That's Juicy J, Folarin, got it then get me those
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw a couple thousand
Bounce it, bounce it
I'm about to throw
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.
let's fade away, and let Juicy go make it rain on that hook
Look
I want all the kush
I want all the bottles
I want all the cash
I want all
chickens
"Fuck you hoe" niggas rollin' optimo
Snortin' that white shit up they nose
Mayne this town is like my town
So we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be
York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit, blazed the Philly
It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith
'Cause who
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
Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga
It's a good day (good
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