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Dior
Degenerate down to my core
Imma rock J's like Juicy
Imma, imma, imma rock J's like Juicy
Money get long Uzi
Money, money, money rack long like Uzi

the morning
Get ready listen stop snoring
Ain't feeling good so I'm pouring
And we stay smoking out the basement
I'm tempted to snort it
And I can tell by what

Gangsta Walk

8Ball

Grind Mode

2005

motherfucker push

I'm affiliated wit more terrorists then g bush BITCH!



Verse 2 

(Juicy J)



We got them niggaz gettin wild gettin buck

Havin fits

Hand

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

my shit
And it's everywhere 
I'm the boogeyman 

I'm a nigga with no rules 
I'm a pro with my tools
She got a fruit with a loop
Juicy pussy

breaking her back
Hallelujah cause I'm young and I'm black
I'm Pablo Redd not a crib, not a blood
I'm stuck in the trap rolling J's getting high
I don't need

the end of the weekend 
Tomorrow morning I'm leaving 
Roll up a paper with weed in 
I'll get the breakfast and teas in 
You're lying in lingerie teasing

lookie
She amuse me
Say she feel it
Gettin Juicy
Wanna lick
I got a woody
Throwing paper
Like it's loose leaf
Went from home
To over booked and
Oh you big

I been losing patience
For so long I been waiting
I need some shit to pop
Off by like Tuesday night
And by 9 on Wednesday morning
If I'm not huge,

getting head inside a Tesla bad bitch, slim, thick, her ass fat, I call her precious
By the flick of the wrist, you can tell I'm extra diamond, bezel musta

I hated my fuckin' father for that bottle and the liquor that he swallowed
Wanted his love to lead but the E&J never followed
Broke the addiction,

of the dope
Balled up like nuggets
I get it by the truckload
Boxed up like Huggies
Hooked up with Paper Route
We ‘bout to make it ugly
Shouts out to Daddy-O,

I wake up in the morning and I hop out of bed
My dog is ready yawning
I make sure she get fed
Put on my jeans and my white t-shirt
Throw on some J’s

E-J-R-B
E-J-R-B
E-J-R-B
E-J-R-B
I'm coming back for the 2nd time
I'm coming back for the 2nd time
I'm coming back for the 2nd time
Energized (Yeah)

walk by faith and not by sight
My shots don't cease, I found my fight cause
I don't care what they say, I keep it on my feet like J's
I got dreams that's

Pure Anna

The Kaze

Down South Hook Up

[DJ Paul, Project Pat, Juicy J. (Chorus x4)]

Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes,
With the - with the hollow-point shells, man,
Man,

gotta show titties
I ain't tripping nigga, this your city
(Like, Like, Like)
What the fuck we gon' do today?
You Stevie J, I'm Juicy J
We turnt up,

the accordion
I'm makin' up a story just to lure em in (Listen)
Quarter passed 10 she's ignoring him I'm sure of it
Mortified and tortured by the morning minds

City Of Steel

Wiz Khalifa

Laugh Now, Fly Later

2017

of steel
Roll that shit and get real in that city of steel

Hotel smoked out, I ain't going nowhere
Leaving in the morning, cleaning lady picking up

the accordion
Im makin' up a story just to lure em in (listen)
Quarter passed 10 she's ignorin' him I'm sure of it
Mortified and tortured by the morning minds

of conquering the entire land
From southern mountains to the northern sands
We shared a bunk bed at the Hotel Bland
By next morning we had wrote a song
Some

Four joints
Wake up every morning and i'm smoking four joints
Bag of Raw wraps, sticky packed to the point
You think it's loud now, we bout to really

Hypnotize Cash Money

Three 6 Mafia

#1 Stunna [Mixin' Up S**t]

2000

he kept under the floor 

now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs 

niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd 

{Juicy J} 

its

I woke you up at four this morning

To whimper and to whine

To hear myself through spit and crackle

Of a poor long distance line

Twelve clever