Lyrics:
when I get on to my old Hoes my and my exes
Northside side nigga playa made peep the Wave I'm straight from Texas
I can do this in my sleep I guess I'm
at the side
Ay, Rizzy said don't chase the beat
Ride that hoe
Far from rookie, why they overlook me
Fuck a bag, I need a jar of cookies
Fuck em all, they never
a bitch from Minnesota
I got cookies by the ounce Kush by the pounds
Hit me up if you want smoke and best believe its going down
Eyes real low, so you
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
Imma make her famous
I've been going hard since two years old
Juicy J, I be runnin' through these hoes
All these niggas got somethin' to say
Till I pull
Three tracks, one month, get bodied
Never gonna stop, gonna drop, get bodied
Shouts to the brothers from
The Northside gang
Ridin' 'round in a hottie,
with a Uzi
Red blood on my bottoms they Gucci
We don't need Bacardi to party
My bitch roll a J call her juicy
These niggas can't tell their
P's from
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
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
tapes
I was rhyming by the time I turned eight
From the porch I learned how to throw my Fist
From the porch I saw my daddy finger Flicked
Fuck me, nah,
'cha said on the phone
So I suppose ho
I'm the myracist vocal
We just a choke hold, Just a (?) hold
Out the truck
Busta see ya
(Juicy J
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
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 fuckin' Joker
(Yeah) Red rum in my glass pass me the gin
Weed smoke on that flyin' carpet you be fly claddin
Definition of a rapper the genuine G
Juicy J
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
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
to post up
Get up off the block if I don't know ya
You're dealin' with some soldiers
I ride with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh
I ride with
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
nose
Man this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in that lost and found
Better use common sense,
nose
Man this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in that lost and found
Better use common sense,
sweet from the
Thighs to the cheek
Sex on the beach
Check the size of my meat
Call me the butcher
Ludacris King Ding-a-Ling
Sheet smusher
Sweet
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
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
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