Lyrics:
priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by
Tony Montana
Maison Margiela boot right up in Manor
Wiz Khalifa da reefer, smoke by the pound
Drunk on Juicy J like I'm on the brown
Touching that
don't really do beef
Got that K like KFC
But you can catch this two piece
Juicy J and A$AP Rocky
We gon' pull up two deep
I'm too rich for all that
I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do you?
Type of money, everybody actin' like they knew you
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Them Spanish
nick bags
Flocka!
Keep my name out yo mouth cause you don't
Kno what the fuck you talkin bout (sker)
(Juicy J) all these niggas be hatin on me
I get
on it, jam on it
I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it!
Jam on it, jam on it j-j-j jam on it!
Rozay! I got a bitch for him
You got a bitch for me
A bitch that
Yo I wanna be witchoo, whatever you need me to do I can stop by the sto' and get ya auntie some cigarettes, knowha I'm sayin' I getcha momma wig off
hate and they sit on the pine
I stayed in the A and I got me a line
Stick make you hiccup, I shot with your re-up
Want some ketchup, if you run up get
getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I'm in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon
sale
I got it for sale, nigga, I got it for sale
If you want it, you can get it 'cause I got it for sale
They call me the penny pinchin ebenezer
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupée
I get what you get in ten years, in two days
Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J
If you get
when it's sticky (sticky)
Can't believe you niggas tryna diss me (what?)
Show you how fast I'ma get him (on God)
Bet I find his body by three
Cause, I will blow off yo ass
Juicy J is on the track, Gucci! Skrt, skrt
I'm on lortabs a fifth of yak
Don't play with me i'l kill yo ass
I'm gutta
pour me juicy
Coz am moving on a lui
Get you sushi
And wear you Gucci
Dripping Dripping
Got the juicy
Got the shoe i gotta move
Got me rapping
No am
know that I been smokin'
Hangin' with the Dogg, so you know that I been smokin' (Gangsta Grillz)
I'm the Dogg, show me love, roll a J, roll a blunt
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
booty wiggle, do a perfect split
She got the fattest ass, she got the perfect tits
I wanna get some head, come on work your lips
I'm high in the clouds
of that
Some of that
Yeah gotta get me some of that
In my ride, by my side, down the highway
In the dark, in my arms, in your driveway
All because
love you
And baby have no fear
Cause I would never ever hurt you
And you know my love is real, boy I can
(Chorus)
(Vs.2)
I know some times
Can get
Yeah, uh-huh!
Your boy Juicy J
She bad, yeah
In case you didn't know
Juicy that nigga
I keep me two hoes
like that nigga Jack Tripper
I shoot in
Chorus:
[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupée
I get what you get in ten years, in two days
Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J
If you get
Yeah, uh-huh!
Your boy Juicy J
She bad, yeah
In case you didn't know, Juicy that n*gga
I keep me two hoes like that n*gga Jack Tripper
I shoot in
tell me just let it go,just let it go
Man i just ran off all in her mouth!
(Chorus)= [Juicy J]+{Crunchy Black}
I'ma get my chief on {chief on}
While she
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