Lyrics:
fuck with me like I’m curry (Splash)
I need the most finest weed from Cali in a hurry (Hurry up)
They say it’s a gateway I never pour that dirty
I swear
roll by I got nothing on me
'Cause the smoke's already in the air
I am looked up with two braids in my hair
All start with the kaki suit
I'm gonna
see me
Run through the city with the gold weed
Stop by my crew my homies
Ain't gonna do much just smoke weed
Roll it up, Roll it up to the top
Ignite
about the check
And they run their mouth (cash)
Ferrari pull up, guess who hoppin' out? (Me)
With a double cup in hand
And some money count (cash)
him a new case
That s*** I used to tell my walkie lil' itchy
All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, I know he miss me
To my man Lil' Nell, stay up
or blow
As long as it's payin' me for my occupation criminal
Pullin' up on hoes, as the weed smoke blows, the essence of a mobsters presence
Is
every day,
I wanna smoke some weed and roll me the J,
Thankya Jesus! (Thank you Jesus!)
Thankya Lord! (Thank you Lord!)
For lettin' me live another
(If you got it) Hold it up
(Out the door) Load it up
Juicy J the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
My joint long as a rope (rope)
Lil' mama, roll it, lick it,
Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga
It's a good day (good
If I ain’t doing Juicy J to the fullest?
That Juicy J carrying metric tons
Since I was thirteen
Watching Pat in the coke game
'Til I grew up shouting
really want it
Wake up early, getting to the money
Fixing breakfast for my son, smoke a J to keep me calm
'Cause the world is crazy, niggas trippin'
bitch look like Timothee Chalamet
I'm a product of the gutter
I fried up some corn snake for the cuzos
The zaza got me talking like Pingu
I'm the real
Roll one up, I gotta
Hit some shit that tastes like chronic
Got the za up in my pocket
Light it on the way to Sonic
Feel a little bit robotic 'cause
spend some money to
Niggas always hating on me, talking 'bout I'm balling too
Get your money up and quit your hating's what you oughta do
I been
and slump
If you got what I want won't you give me some
[Juicy "J"]
How high can you get on that ?frendly fruit??(?frendly fruit?)
How high can you get
understanding me
Fucking up get 'em a Plan B
Lickety split go legit
Shit gonna blow when I hold up my wrist
Backing 'em down, get racks by the pound
She say she
swear she's so obscene pull up in a limousine
Now she calling me a fiend cuz I want her juicy thing
Give me some of that morphine and blow me up like
I'm off a bean shawty
Yeah you my dream shawty
Roll up that weed shawty
Yeah roll that green shawty
Pull down them jeans shawty
Just let me see
the mob, all my J's juicy, I feel like three-six
Bitch call me shallow, I don't give a fuck, cause you know that I still hit the deep end
Phone on DND, take
got money to do it
Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan
roll
Who the fuck are you to judge you not even me
I got whole lotta weed we gon smoke and drink tea
Grasses in the cup and all the joints are on me
the background?)
Juicy j in the back smokin on a sack drinkin 'gnac
(yo) why'knahmsayin? it's goin down
(can they hear me out there?) yeah they can hear you
me?
Picture me rollin roll call
You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about
I want to make sure they can see me
Number
on my braggadocios Kanye type shit, man
Bro, fuck those kids tryna tell me I ain’t shit, I’m on a fucking roll
You know the vibe bro, I’m tryna
Count up
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