Lyrics:
where's my dad?
Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would
way around
If you do me first then I do you
So the game jumps up when the bitch is true
Soon as I come all in her mouth
I smooth get dressed
by smellin' like watermelon
You might make me a felon, my eyeballs swellin'
My nuts start yellin', excuse my prick
Wanna have a talk with you, I'm
fienin' so just let me slide thru
Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you
Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips
I'm trying
down
Really juicy juicy so you gotta keep it movin'
Girl just put that thing in drive and really show me how you do it
Take her down, she my shawty for
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
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
weed up for e'ryone to know me
T-G-O-D
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about
Yeah, ice
(Mike Will Made It)
So much ice
So much ice
Your boy Juicy J, lets get it
Time to hit the club, throw on my ice
Anyone get wronged, put
All I wanna do is have some fun
In the night, let it all in
I wanna party till the morning sun
In the night, let it all in
You lookin' way more
friends
Juicy J three hoes in a white on white Benz
I stay sipping codeine
Blue dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with bank statements like Oprah
got money to do it
Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan
to beat on scrubs
I go through this all the time though, I call,
J, where the fuck you at?
The mall,
Did you get your ass stomped again?
No, yes, ha
three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that
ain't fuck what you mean playa
(Juicy J)
Playas from tha Hollywood
Evergreen is my hood
Smokin' city
Show them gold teeth
Ridin' in tha woods
a while mister D.J.
Why don't you please spend one of them a songs
Will you listen to me please
And spend me a song by the late Jimmy Reed
Will you
my sweet thang is out tomocattin' around
He finds a sandbox like this to play
I want to tell all you barroom roses
If my sweet thang does happen by
lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator on the fader,
stores and dope spots
You might find it, it's goin' down
2006 is gonna be a fool (2006)
We got the brand new album by Project Pat (yeah)
A brand new
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
the freaky bitch to lay me down and chill
If a nigga see you in a hallway they all say
Put the hoe out the house out the way
Juicy J is the type a nigga that
is kind of insane
I Scarecrow with mystical styles
Niggas are getting buck wild
Look at my dirty fouls
Bodies are stacked up by pounds
You want to fuck
direction in the things you do
For your world is soon to come to a close
Through the ages, all great men have taught
Truth and happiness just can't be
up to the club in the UFO
Dancing in these streets on these brand new Forgiatos
Come and try me, think you slick?
Fully auto full of hollows
Fuck is
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