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Albums:

Lay Your Body Down (R-De) · Lay Lady Lay (Magnet) · Lay Lady Lay (Ministry) · Get Down or Lay Down (Philly's Most Wanted) · Get Down or Lay Down [Clean] (Philly's Most Wanted) · Get Down or Lay Down [US Explicit] (Philly's Most Wanted) · Take Care Take Care Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Take Care, Take Care, Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Take Care, Take Care, Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Lay It Down (Al Green) – and 90 other albums »


get buckwild in this muthafucka
Let me see ya do your stuff

[Juicy J/Da Juice]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Will blast if a muthafucka have to
Tie your body
[Juicy "J"]10x
Sucks on dick...
Does it real good(Get buck motherfucker, get buck)

[Juicy "J"]
You got these million dollar niggas
Ghetto
Everynight on the news under the murder trails

[Juicy J]
He grew up as a rowdy motha fucka, he didn't give a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a do'
so
I won't hold back, boy, I know you're mine
And if you want me, well baby, take your time

I love it when, when you lay my body down
I love it when,
J-you-I-see-why That J-you-I-see-why

(Casha D)
Late night or the morning time
It's on his mind
(that's the way that juicy got em)
Before he met me he was
Take us from our self-made well
Find a way to lay it down

Burdened by the things I've learned
Hurting cause I'm too concerned
Nonetheless I confess
to rub you down
Massage your body
'cause you feeling sore
Then baby just close the door
And let me take control
I'll be the man of your dreams
Better yet
Take us from our self-made well
Find a way to lay it down

Burdened by the things I've learned
Hurting cause I'm too concerned
Nonetheless I confess
(Juicy J)
Yeah, Juicy J in the house with my nigga Project motherfuckin' Pat
Lettin' you niggas know about respect
You know what I'm sayin
We gets
With my dudes gettin' throwed stuff that white up they nose
Take that kush, break it down, sprinkle meth on the low
With my homies ridin' high with
pumpkin P.J.'s
Lay your book on my chest
Feel the word
Feel the word
Feel the word
Feel the word
Feel the word
Feel it

I could have
I should have
I could
in this motherfucka
Let me see ya mista

Will blast if we mother fucking have to tie your body up
With the strings from your tennis shoes
Juicy J in
want to take this click to war
Fool it'll be a mistake
Chris bring the mossberg with the slugs and shit
We got some graves for ya body already dug
to rub you down
Massage your body
'cause you feeling sore
Then baby just close the door
And let me take control
I'll be the man of your dreams
Better yet
But I am surrounded by Your fire

I am heavy, I am breathless
I am drenched with tears
I will, I will never take, I will

Lay it down, lay it down, lay
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
is kind of insane
I Scarecrow with mystical styles
Niggas are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up by pounds
You want to fuck
on my body
Lay it on me, lay it on me, now, now
Lay it on me

Lay it down, down, down, down down down
Lay it down, down, down, down down down
Lay it
you just lay down, lay down now

All these vibrations from your legs
Massaging my back
I got your body shivering
'Cause we're covered in sweat
Girl I
Give and take
We are full of pride
All is proved in time

Lay me down
Stand my ground
Lay me down
Stand my ground

Taking a life
I see it
to rub you down
Ma**age your body
'cause you feeling sore
Then baby just close the door
And let me take control
I'll be the man of your dreams
Better
me squeeze it, let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor, I want to hit it from the back
Let me squeeze it, let me squeeze it

Juicy J is pimpy
[Verse 1:]
Traveling down on different roads
Trying hard to leave the load
We take it there but we can't let go
It's so hard to lay it down
Slob on my knob 
Like corn on the cob 
Check in with me, and do your job 
Lay on the bed, and give me head 
Don't have to ask, don't have to beg
scopin' out ya busta cause I got no lov-ez owe ya
I got green Chevy wid a trunk that'll hold ya, down
'Til I reach my part of town Blackside bound clown