Lyrics:
Tuttifrutti stream me say come on
Me say come on
Come on y’all blend them flat got ya melody
Come one fall just like that shit it’s heavy
Come on come on come
Skeletons prod by DJ Pain written by Dwayne Dickey
What’s that in ya past? what’s that in ya past? (they say)
What’s that may I ask? what’s that
about me got me so confused
Ya losahs, taking these L's by the day
If you don't want another get the fuck out my way
Run it back my niggas
Run it back my
Mafia boys be killin'
They call my Juicy J, I got that SK that be drillin'
You fuck with me you might get hit
I'm known for dome peelin'
[Chorus:
pimpin'
Tearin' up them clubs with that syrup syrup sippin'
Club full of drugs on the curb just kickin'
Juicy J a jiggalo with 85 women
Ridin' in
pimpin'
Tearin' up them clubs with that syrup syrup sippin'
Club full of drugs on the curb just kickin'
Juicy J a jiggalo with 85 women
Ridin' in
gon do
With my (nigga j.t.) the bigga figga, that's my nigga
Representin (frisco, in case you didn't know)
(we blow by like jerry rice
Come back with
by tomorrow
Had bags, i lost em all
Ever since a kid all I want to do is ball ya
Make cash, then buy it all
Lose racks, have it back my tomorrow
Man
lying in the dirt
Now I see ya later crying cause it's hurt
Murder one homicide get em murk
Overheard all the ops going to the funeral so
We gone do
that sell
Cause the Tech don't smell ya, Tech gon tell ya
Stay away from me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just let me be
get that up in here
I get a bitch by the pair
Hit from the back I might pull out her hair
Young niggas wild with style we major
Step on the stage
Gotta make it out the trenches
Yeah that's all we truly know
Can't be lacking round my hood niggas be quick to catch ya coat
Everybody in city my
this I don't think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
I'll rob Pun without a gun, snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh four
through by surprise, years later
Still copped some rounds for The guys...
In ya eyes, that waitress is the real prize
But we got unresolved issues You
on a quest
I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
so get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip tonight
'cause I'm scarin' ya, wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube
Try to catch it but you can't while you rubbing on my head
Or, do you talk shit
That don't stop, right there, lick the clit
By the time I get finished
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
makeup on look like she got a facelift
Fucked that bitch seven times she ain’t never say shit
Bop Bop chicken chicken
I’m no juicy j bitch
You say no
I don't mind the kind
Indica for now
Sativa for later
Blunt bongs, or bowls, bring the papers
That blue cheese, some bubba kush
Pineapple
now, sativa for later
Blunts bongs or bowels
Bring the papers
That blue cheese
Some bubba kush
Pineapple express, by the bush
Fuck you opinion, fuck
and they never had ta scrap
[Juicy J]
He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck
Made his body cold left from red and wet
Body curved up like a cornrow
gun it don't move when I bust back
Hit ya hunch back if ya bunch wack
We don't trust that
Keep a gun strap
Get ya lungs tapped
Hit my son Jack
Catch
People tend to switch up
They don't ever see the bigger picture
If it's not about the figures
Then we not fucking with ya
People tend to switch up
Going to the sky flying like a bird
Use to be the last now I'm going first
Use to be so clean now I'm in the dirt
All these rappers getting cash by
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