Lyrics:
Juicy J]
I was born up in the ghetto streets
Always learn to pack the heat
Call me on my cellular phone
If you want that work from me
Cowards like
bitch
I can't motherfuckin' stop movin'
Go against me, you won't stop losin'
From the city where every month is May-
Day at home, spray your dome
tight
When me gotta get mine
You know what I want
But do Koopsta gets it
Storm on this bitch
Like some new used confetti
Astronomical Triple 6
Writes
My ass is fat, big, and juicy Wonder if he can buy me juicy
My ass is fat, big, and juicy Wonder if he can buy me juicy
Shake that ass, girl Shake,
through so much money, so, s-so much money,
Thumbin' through so much money that I need three hands to count it
Say Juicy J must know magic, all these
Nelly, Juicy J, Ashanti, Jermaine Dupri)
Girl, I want you to stay (Yeah, yeah, ooh, uh-huh, yeah)
So we can play this little game we play (Yeah, little
Joe,are Kelly,Mary J,Faith,Mariah and Sade
Made the Whole world sing many times,many ways
But you are
You're the perfect love song
You're voice is
suffered
I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all the way up
This is my testimony
Al-ḥamdu l-illāhi rabbi l-ʿālamīn
You don't take a chance, you
to run and
Catch your dumb ass, bitch?
You was foolish now to let this one go by
Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly
You used to love me, my love thang
Stomp motherfucker stomp
Motherfucker stomp
{juicy j}
Hurt nigga
I'm coming out the fucking closet
Stay the fuck up off my dick
I feel the bucking
a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the House Of Pain
You know that I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul
That's
the top is off
You nuh see him downgrade when me drop 'em off
Uh, I ain't never play the ho position
I ain't ever have to strip to get the pole position
won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J
Man, you gotta watch out for
sticking out there chest
Paul go some booty ? and nothing less
[Juicy J]
A nigga got to get his dick sucked got to get his dick sucked
Riding down the strip
to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat/now what you hear is not a test--i'm rappin to the beat/and me
the dub is grass
Count some money bitch pose and laugh
You know P keep the niggaz on they toes
Let me speed it up for these hoes
Pop pop pop pop, pop
Wake up in the morning, feeling like I got hit by a truck
Yeah-yeah bitch, you know and this is what I do ho
I popped another molly now I'm on my way
Tropical life, I got you by my side
Is she Dominican or Puerto Rican? I can't tell the difference yeah
She the feisty type, big juicy booty she
Juicy Couture
Marijuana, clothes on the floor
Welcome to the dope dreams
Welcome to the dope dreams
Welcome to the dope dreams
Paradise is what you make
[Juicy J]
Ain't no where to run, ain't no where to hide
Cause we makin' death threat phone call, plenty killas right outside
Waitin' for you to make
business
Still on that fuck shit, handle my business
Movie to long, we need an extended
Clip to long, they say it's extended
You gotta be kiddin' me
I
Think I'm going out bad
Dog food by the sled
Cause my dogs gotta stay fed
She say fuck me like our last time
You suck
I fuckin' hate you but that dick
caught me snoozin'
Got a Uzi, she so woozy, that big booty such a doozy
I'm too G, word to Gucci, light a J, that's word to Juicy, uh
Spread it open
To keep you satisfied
Love that does exist, is the love i cant resist
So jam by my side
We jammin'
and we're jammin' in the name of the lord
we're
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