Lyrics:
christian in a bad little somethin to my whole weed
(Whole Weed)!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Juicy "J"]
First my nigga call the freak
tell her she got dick to eat
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
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
I hopped on a yacht 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
I hopped on a yacht
hood doin yeah
Those are the rules in this mafia race
Tear da club up thugs mash down on a g-string...
Verse 3
[juicy j]
When we drop
Always keep it
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
[Juvenile]
I'm a T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna
If a b**** leave me, I'm a take every thing from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya
do yo' thang
I mean, in them jeans
Yo shape is beautiful
And I'm "For you, by you"
Like FUBU
(B**** you know the name)
Whoo-wee Jesus
JoJo K-Ci
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
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
a briefcase
Who needs a wallet?
Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded
I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day
A house by the bay so what do you
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
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 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
Mary Blige, Lil Kim, ha ha
Queen Bee, ah-hah, that's me
That's right, Mary J, Lil K
Who's gonna make you feel the way I do?
Nobody, nobody
Who's gonna
'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
think it's sexy when I'm drinkin' beer on top of her
Crazy as a baby but the grown CaTash get it
J-Ro and King Tee we represent the click Likwit
I would
Play me some pimpin mayn yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
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
close to Juicy J, you might find out how to grind
(Mafia!)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jadakiss)
Bitch I’m bout that, you ain’t gotta doubt that
All you gotta do
here getting it in every way
Wait, where the marinate' please do not interrogate
It's a movie everywhere I go, no need narrate
Fans by my barricade,
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
Checks")
DJ Paul and Juicy J, "Cashin Checks"
And we got another Three 6 Mafia album comin' out
You know what I'm sayin'
And a brand new Hypnotize Camp
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
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