Lyrics:
THE WRONG ONE
SMALL PISTOL
THEN I HIT EM WIT THE LONG GUN RUSTE
J U
DOUBLE X
FIRE AT HIM
HE CLAP BACK
WIT DOUBLE TECHS REFLEX
DUMPING IN YA GRILL NOW
bitches for me
It's them dark skin Hershey Kisses bitches for me
Juicy J, I specialize in ratchets
Soon as I see what I want, nigga, I gotta have it
I
Nah, he cool with me, he's cool with me
Oh, he loves you
Honey, open up a bottle of brandy
Better yet, have a piece of Cool J candy
And sweat
Nah, he cool with me, he's cool with me
Oh, he loves you
Honey, open up a bottle of brandy
Better yet, have a piece of Cool J candy
And sweat
a goofy
Go to flight just for sum shoes
Yeah I got more J's than juicy
She say she got that holy body ima part her just like my Moses
I had snakes all in my
no game I play when it come to D
And if you get it from me then you getting dope D'd
We looking for them J-Lo booties, big ol' ass, round and fat
Let
like a fucking trick
Go and get your hood little scary we can handle this
Like I told you boys juicy j is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
And I can't cap
(He can't cap)
Aye, J you got that blunt? (Hahahaha)
(Yes, we do consume each others blood on occasion for ritual purposes)
Aye don't
Two shots, whispering in your ear
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long
Yessir, Juicy J
Bartender 'nother round on me
Two or three
[Lil Wyte - Talking]
Wassup with y'all?
I'ma take this time right now, to thank the men, Paul and Juicy
for making all this possible you know what
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
(Hey) Throw those deuces up
And add a six on it
Call me Yung J O C I'm bout to spit on it (yeah)
I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her
so bad for somebody to come up over the 6
You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH
[Juicy J]
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin'
(Hey) Throw those deuces up
And add a six on it
Call me Yung J O C I'm bout to spit on it (yeah)
I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her
known to be the Damager
Juicy J the couple hour bangin bangin Standarler
And I don't pump no hoes I fill my rubbers like you scavengers
should
[Chorus]
on a fuckin blunts
till my minds about to blow
motherfuck the universe
because we brought you da end, hoe
[Juicy J]
first I want to grab a nigga by his
up my bro
(Hey hold up, how many you want?
I'm finna meet you right there man, by that cut off 78th and Caselin, aight?)
Young nigga still serving
bitch from New J
This that what you gotta say
Then say what you gotta say
This that YE, this that J
This that queen B from the H
This that make you
been smokin'
I'm hangin' out with Juicy J, nigga, so you know we smokin' mane
Yeah, mm-hmm, out here in Memphis, Tennekey, yeah
Good lookin' out,
ya
Chorus (2x)
[Juicy J]
Picture this, you a juror and you on the stand
And you about the judge the life of a black man
Young brotha from
extra cash to pay for college with
And it just so happens I got a lot of it
Spin around the pole while you're doing splits
By the end of the night
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
arm
A pistol whip they were planning
I severed each wrist and yelled
"Caught you red handed!"
They all bled to death like Juicy J did
A man from
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