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Suicide doors
Convertible love
Low profile
High gloss paint
Make love to the
Hustle
Big bank
Lil bank
Mind over
Matter baby
Tell me
What you
Thank

Entertainment 2.0

Juicy J

Full Frequency

2014

underwear

Gyal, yuh bad, girl, you bad
Girl, you bad, girl, you need a spankin' (ayy, girl)
Here comes them bottles, tell me what you're drankin' (ayy)

niggas in the buildin' (amen)
I'm finna kill niggas in the buildin' (amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when (ah)
And I say

bottles
We got us a chau-ffeur
She in love with all flavors
Like Ion even know her
Back then they called me a nobody
Call em pac-man yeah they some nobodies

Hot dammit I feel like Tinashe
The weed and liquor got me too on
I don't want none of my exes
I be fuckin' with my new jawn
Stop by on her way

the rockets 
That lil bitch she choosing I hit her like rocky 
Bands in my pocket she told me I’m wilding 
Don’t take off my jeans bc I know she robbin

Look at my bank account, it's like a
Half a milli' in that bitch
So what I'm 'bout to do? (Blow)
They say a nigga like me wouldn't make
It out, I

rockets on me blasting
(Boww)
I aint dripping bitch I'm splashin
(Yeah)
I aint dripping bitch I'm splashin
(Yeah)
Never ever catch me lackin
(Naww)
Pocket

bout it
Tryna take pics like no paparazzi
I'm takin' off, yeah, I soar like a rocket
Yeah, I'm goin' in and nobody can stop me
Yeah, I got the drip, it's

momma I keep all the receipts

Fooled by the banks, drafted in the ranks
Can't catch a break, I'm Saving Mr. Banks
To raving reviews, I'll be on the news

through the art
The music found me
Made a way to my heart
Hop in the rocket
Blast off to the stars
I ain't gon stop
Till I land those charts
Smoking on gas

Yeah yeah, I dive in that pussy, I came out just like a pool
Yeah yeah, talk to him
Yeah, say something
All pussy boys, they gon' take nothin' (what?)

pill in me nigga who you be
Smoking out the pound exotic me slime klan with me blue hundred fleek
I’m plugged like a socket I take off like rockets my

life in

I Need More,
Chorus

Come with me take a trip
Let's get high, let's get rich
You know they say life's a bitch
Me and that ho getting hitched.

And the people I jeopardized
I just want to emphasize I apologize
Ill-advised by the role models I glamorized
My childhood was compromised
I was told to drink

Hit em with the lead
Like I'm trippie redd, your girl gave me head
Baby told me take the bag home
And I'm running from it like a track hawk
Bring more

Call me WombRaider
My dick is taller than me
Call me WombRaider
My dick got a college degree
WuhWuhWuhWuhWuhWuh
WombRaider
My lap rocket got fat

here
Caught me some thotties in here
We got the glockies in here
Yeah got the rockets in here
Catch us some bodies in here
We got the thotties in here
We

Complete

G-Eazy

These Things Happen

2014

And fuck whoever thought it wasn't that hard
Fifteen hundred dollar limit dreaming about a black card
Aiming for the stars, with a rocket in

to communicate
Because the way you jirate
You got me digging in my pockets
And they on fire like a bottle rocket you heard me
So what is that you really trying

a bigger problem
Let me bottle em make a bottle rocket
Use my pocket knife to light the fuse
Drink my throttle as I watch it pop off
Then drive

You are not speaking my language
Fam, I'm tryna eat, but you won't let me in the banquet
Go back to the bank quick, miss me with that lame tip
Need more

i’m dropping it
That man La on a roll you ain’t stopping shit
Always wanted to pull up in a space coupe and they watch me take off like a rocket ship

Why take a 100k when I could have a million G's
Fly me past the Moon to Mars
Up in a golden jeep, dripping in Aude mars, overflowing, like waters deep