Lyrics:
money bout to trickle down
Got a buzz, but not too much to lay it down
Prodrive on the blob eye
Scotty got the fly by
Got my girl açaí and a pup cup
on that path
I'm thinking we was going too fast
Guilty conscience bitch you know bout my past
The tide is shifting fuck I want this to last
Life is not
That ain't trust, that's just whore
You counting bucks, I'm counting buckets
Count on luck, there's no discussion
Really wanna take my time
Really wanna
around with niggas, let em see you too cool
But let em know that you smooth
You be that girl, yet still that dude
If he don't open up your doors then you
keep my sweater fly
So even as I wipe my eyes, it seem like everything is fine
Too many wrongs I'm trying to right
Who would've thought you walk out my
was split in thirds
And if you seen me dodge the smoke just know that that'll be a first
I'm like Bobby Portis eyes getting big for a Buck
Cleveland
bitches be too fake trying to eat off my plate never learned to say grace thats why i i smoke my weed n i munch wash my hands b4 lunch i wake up to a bowl
niggas
My new turn of phrase
Hits from the bong yeah let it blaze
By any means necessary is what it takes
No bullshit
Listen what i say
Put the beat
date bitch I'm way too legit
Ts get real when you hanging with pits we might slime yo ass out or buck you for yo blick
Either way, it goes best to know
on gold dust
Nigga say he want smoke til the nigga really showed up
Interrogated by twelve I act like ion know nun
And I'm knowing they gone hate it new
[SIX PAC]
Now here I come with that B.K. four seven guns sit ?? right to me
Step with a Mac-11 rollin' too wise
'bout Tec-9's and double up buckshots
the next man used
You're not inspired impressed involved enthused
Instead lullabied by whatever they said
Insulted in fact 'cause what was catapulted
Montana
Guinea tragedy, South Park strategy
Satan is mad at me, tell him come battle me
Hm - cause I don't love him, my dome is too witty
This rhyme by
in the hearse
and there?s remark about contender
repulsa ain?t too hard to find
conclusion based on surrender
and the general dismissal
rode away like a bat out of hell
Circled their camp a time or two
Just to show 'em what a Tennessee horse can do
Redskin bucks couldn't get my bud
across from Bronx River
Short Puerto Rican looked it kinda slow
Spittin when he talk from a mouth full of gold
[M] I'm holdin by that
[Y] Just be out
[M]
sound redundant, funded
I don't give a fuck, more bang for your buck
You got shit to talk, you got's dick to suck
Repent my sins, wipe the prints leave
dust or fuck a nice slut
For five bucks, I roll with tight fucks that think life sucks
I'll never get hit by a attack by foes
'Cause gettin' me's like
And buck the fans it's summer jam
Understand? But Rugged Man's up in there
In a bathrobe and
Underwear, chugging beer grabbing
A fat bitch by her fucking
name was 'Tony' would you know it's me?/
Supposedly, T-O-N-E flow with ease over these bolder beats/
But the flow's too cheap to pay for groceries/
Well, I got a black candle got a red one too
I burn them both at two ends
With everything I do
Well, I got to have a Jaguar
It's my inviso light
I'll
the mix
Makin my propers, gettin paid, stackin a grip
From 20's to bitches, from haps to hoes
On the corner pushin boulders, livin way too bold
My bank roll
[spoken by Juicy J]
Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my
mask yeah
Too many niggas wanna be us but can't be
Blue fitted, blue J's, Jim Clancy
Plan's skeet, a modern day Meyer Lansky
Lighters by the pantry
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