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Jay Got Juice

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Huh?
What?
Bitch!
Nigga!
Man I feel like Ray Charles, I can't see niggas in my lane
Bitch I got them weapons stashed, You can call me Sadaam Hussein
I'm on yo ass Major Payne (woah)
Officer am I detained?
Jay Got Juice take all the blame (Juice)
We are not close to the same (huh?)
Just sit back and let it rain (what?)
My words can be so profane (bitch!)
Cuz you niggas so lame (nigga!)
My attitude is so mundane (ayyy)
When slidin imma catch the train (slide)
Pour it up I got champagne (geee)
Ya bitch addicted man cocaine (hoe!)
Imma pussy monster Lil Wayne
I did again
I'm back with a vengeance, I'm startin on ten
Niggas so lame don't got time for no friends
Bitch I'm the type that a f*ck up ya plans, backdoor ya man
Hoe yo don't know nann (Hoe!)
Bro just stop playin, you ain't throwing hands
You wastin' my time, boy just go ahead
I got some lil niggas that a pull out ya dreads
Put you to bed, you heard what I said
I'm dangerous as f*ck, I ain't take my meds
I'm know I'm not perfect, I don't wanna be
Shaqtin' a Fool, I'm Javale McGee
Born ready lil nigga what's beef?
I don't need a glock, cuz I ain't Key
You niggas need work on technique
If you see me outside, man don't even speak
We can take it to the streets (yuh)
You won't see me imma creep (yuh)
Straight right to ya teeth (yuh)
Leave yo ass in disbelief (woooo)
These niggas be hatin' but really be fans
Boy I want my regular 28 grams
Juice in this bih and I'll jelly ya shit
The f*ck goin' on, man I'm bouta flip
Yo music ain't it, I'm pressin' that skip
Ain't got no shoe laces but niggas a trip
I'm like Frito Lay, I'm makin them chips
Drove to Atlanta to pull up at Phipps
Niggas wanna run my pockets, I aint goin out like dat
Niggas a smile in ya face, and reach for they waist, and shoot yo ass straight in the back!
Dats a fact, I put my own self on the map
I never get caught never lack
A nigga gone always stay strapped
Ok man, I got some problems
I got some shit that's goin on
That's the reason I don't reach out, return no texts or answer the phone
Man I'm gone, in less than 60 seconds
I'm done with the pain and the stressin
If I'm at the one spot, I'm finessin
Never draw from the drop (nah)
Guarantee to get pop'd (popped)
You get no respect, you a opp (nahh)
It's goin' down Yung Joc (Joc)
Once I start ion stop (aye)
Comin straight for yo top (brrrp)
Got the drugs in my socks (aye)
Kickin shit down ion knock (Juice)
Met this bop on the block (block)
She throwed it back gave me the WAP (WAP!)
Then told the bitch to kick rocks (kick rocks)
Get the f*ck up out my spot (hoe!)
The way the walls been shrinkin man sometimes I'm feelin boxed in
Told myself I wouldn't make the same mistakes but I did it again
Not scared of you niggas, like wearin no vest
If I feel cornered I'm shootin like Steph
Movin real different avoidin arrest
You niggas is weak, I am not impressed
Been a few times I've been under distress
Ten toes down a nigga been blessed
I don't self snitch, I will not confess
Come get ya hoe, man dat bitch is obsessed
She said I'm the best, I told her sayless
Got these hoes dizzy from east to the west
Man f*ck a lo', here go my address
You pullin up bih? Oh yeah dats a bet

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