Lyrics:
now these bitches wanna fuck with rappers
I got my Ghost outside, I call it Casper
Ain't no nigga fly as Juicy J, ask NASA
Show me some, I might owe
now)
Blow it down hooker bounce, come off the ropes like J. Snuka
(Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck with it
Backed by Open Bar, so y'all forget
fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out
So people (...?...) like the war started and ended now
[Juicy J]
I'm takin' care of my
is next up
And Money ain't done
'til the mics completely sexed-up
And fucked up
If I'ma say so on the blunt tip
Licking MCs like fat juicy cunt lips
Haha, you dumbass
Yeah, Juicy J AKA Da Juice up in this bitch and I'm out
Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this motherfucker
Straight from funky town, ho
super built
Snatch yo bitches ass if she went in my stash
Make money, get fucked up, treat women like trash
[Juicy J]
All all these hoes be sayin we
christian in a bad little somethin to my whole weed
(Whole Weed)!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Juicy "J"]
First my nigga call the freak
tell her she got dick to eat
christian in a bad little somethin to my whole weed
(Whole Weed)!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Juicy "J"]
First my nigga call the freak
tell her she got dick to eat
on my Lonely
Just sip on that 40 wit deez Bitches on me
I rock it
I rock on it Harder
Just drip on that Water
I'm coming on through like im faded
and get smacked up
Backed up and smacked down
I'm a playa, there's more in the J-town
Bitches wanna jock
And run they hands all in my hair
Ho give up
the freshest of clothing
While I'm dro blowin', twenty-four's rollin'
Girl I feel like you the one that should be chosen
Tints like foldin', fingers are frozen
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didn't ya see her in a bikini
Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies
For
While y'all was playing tough guy
I was eating fungi
Mind got different layers
Double vision in my third eye
Leave you all on stand by
Text you back
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
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
Back-back Yeah
Back-back cye
Back-back Back-back cye
Juicy J: Yes Sir. Ratchet ass hoe she a natnat
css sit up on her back like a backpack
Other bitches
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
tighter than a Chinese
From this Hennessy murder me
If you get the first ups on your trigger nigga
{Juicy J}
I stand by myself
When it come to handling
love wit da gas
Rollin a j while this bitch shake her ass
Iont chase bitches all I chase is da cash
But if I smell set up I'm doin the dash
I stay lit so
introduction
But by the way, hmm, nice butt?
Let's go chill so I can get to know you better
Her first name was Loretta, she drove up a Baretta
We got to my
bonus, millions on the way
Fuck her then I hit her with the fadeaway
Finger rollin' bitches, feel like Doctor J
All these haters wanna watch my play by
orifice
Most ah u niggas is bogus on tracks talkin' bout u ferocious
We all know dat chu just posin' weak ass shit got my eyes rollin'
All ah deez tracks
I'm gone
(Juicy J)
Who is that fool who be talking that shit
Sayin he down,but he diss Triple Six
If that bitch step he go get his wig split
move
He get turned into a spliff (Grrah)
And Say, he got lined by a bitch (What else?)
He thought he was fuckin'
Until he seen crips
And I heard they
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