Lyrics:
the deal from the front door
Fuck me right and suck me tight
And you just might hit the blunt hoe
I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass baby
But don't
[Redman and Erick Sermon]
Live at the tunnel why'all
Big Kap and Funk Flex (look around)
Hit me back why'all, Def Squad why'all
Hold it down,
' Durty, Da' Durty, dirty
The filthy, nasty, dirty South
It's Boondox like that low-down, nasty, filthy fella from the Field
Dedicated to southern
done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'
If it's beef, I shine in the dark an' I keep my gun sparkin'
Well, it's Da' Durty, we young figgas, plug
from me before I tear it down
Bloody moves, word to Cardi
But you set a meeting up with all of these rappers
I'll walk away with bloody shoes (crown)
yeah, yeah
Said her ex was a joker, no locked doors
Takin' what you want from me
Tell a bitch, throw it back like it's all yours
Lock it up and throw
got that everythang)
All hits, no miss
Them other bitches
(tryna imitate)
That waist, them hips
Them juicy lips
(got me going cray)
Girl dont trip
You
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
Crusin' Farsier Blvd made a
Right on Hollywood mayn
Just bought a sack from the
Crest it's all good mayn
In the hood mayn it's the project nigga
juicy
Oops, I mean it was gooey
Like what, lil baba a treesh or a thot, she feinding to do me
I'm breaking her back and I'm slapping her butt
Controlling
On da strength of da inf
From long range I can hit ya
You find out them niggas who wit
Ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya
You need an MD
u*, blow your back out
You bad mouth, make 'em all believers
Throwing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect either
See that c***** and that
on the road
This before she had me
This was back when it was my sister then alone
Battling some demons on they own
Why she raising daughters by her own
Not
Play me some pimpin mayn yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
a nigga! (hoe! hoe!)
Pussy nigga! (hoe! hoe!)
Hoe nigga! (hoe! hoe!)
Let's go nigga!
I drink liquor fifths!
It's Juicy J, The pimp!
I tell ya baby
yellow, bape, hoodie, 500, pussy catch up , you just mad cause your bitch chose , and I'm a couple steps up, we the motion mob , back from the dead, n***a,
[DJ Paul + Juicy J talking]
Motherfucker it's on nigga Hypnotize motherfucking Minds got damn it
Once again Lil' Wyte it's going down Lil' Wyte
mean?
Taylor Allderdice, it's just gettin' started
Onifc is next
The Gang album, Chevy Woods' Gangland
Juicy J got like four mixtapes that he's
Just
drop my drawers
X that nigga, come out yours
Back's real big and shoulders broad
Six pack, let me hit that with your thick back
From the kitchen floor
from a female (yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By
you say you ballin wearing pnp socks (Pnp socks my guy)
Fuck it I'd cop me some crocs (Yee)
Makin money from the stocks
And I know niggas that'd bust
Bitch
I ain't coughing cause of no corona this some good weed
All this Crippin' shit that I be doing it is full speed
From the West of the D
[Verse 1]
A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times
The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9
Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes
Hit
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