Lyrics:
Insane to the brain, rollin twenty's on D's
Throwin C's up, ease up, or get rubbed out
Cuz my whole squad hot and
We stay thugged out
Tray Deee, OG, these
and Pimp see you know they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball, down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga
of your mouth
Knowin' that the Triple 6 is one of the hardest rappers out
DJ Paul and Juicy J, best producers in the town
I've been got the crown those that
COLD I MIGHT FREEZE}
{These niggas be hating, These bitches be hating}
{I just tell'em to Gobble on DEEZ}
Wayyne a problem, You'll never solve em,
But
girl
(Creepy girl) , no Juicy J
She's a very trippy girl (Trippy girl) , ayy
These rubber bands gon' make her dance
(Gon' make her dance) , ayy
This
star here
Yeah, yeah
She doing her duty, juicy lips like Trudy
Kissing them by the pair
Big booty she toot it, I call her ass Judy
She grab all
dogs
Ballin' like a muthafucka ragtop hogs
And El Cos keep rollin to this gangsta shit
And when I'm feelin' like being bothered with you bitches
I'm
And ain't no tellin' who else was knockin' boots when I left
But I ain't worried about dat cause I got bitches and wealth
You got the same theng you got
down for what?
Turn down for what?
Yeah, there you have it, nigga
Memphis Tenn (Turn down for what?)
Yo Gotti, Juicy J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama (Turn down
jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl
[Juicy J:]
I'm smokin on some Taylor shit
Lookin for a festive bitch
Ridin on twenty sixes my pockets
out our jewerly hide the mother fuckin' product
Chorus
Verse 4
[juicy j]
Now it is time to get rough with the drama
Bitches you cannot escape from
Pourin' up an eight (up an eight)
With my nigga J (what's up J)
Rollin up a J (up a J)
Chillin', low key, your bitch, she want me (ouu)
I'm Kodak, I'm Tupac
like old school Pinky
Filling up a drink so I'm finna get loose
First name Wan, I ain't going by Lou
My young boys wildin', made a silly-ass game
With
and Pimp see you know they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball, down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga
bitches ho, I'm 'bout gettin' paid
Rolling kush, pour a 4 up in my lemonade
My flow ugly like Flava Flav
Bullets dance on your roof like Juicy J
Juicy J
I got this pimpin' straight from
Memphis, I say tell my niggas switch it, go New York to Memphis
Blowin' niggas out
Won by double digits, hatin'
Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga
It's a good day (good
your back up off the wall
Dance come on
Now do it!
Lil' Kim-
Niggas lean left
Bitches lean right
Come on, you gotta ride 'em baby
Ha! Ha! Ha!
on my sound
FN came with 100 rounds
Good gas, we gon' smoke it by the pound
Got this water on my neck, I might drown
J G Wentworth, need my money
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with ?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than you
so what the fuck you
dried like a cake pan
Because deez youngins they out here and playing for keeps
Fuck all da love that I gave to the streets
Made a way in the streets
Damn,
Aye
Aye
Look
Shawdy wan talk get the fuck out my face
Fuck having a session I'm facing a j
Got a banana I'm a ape wit da k
Just like febreze
dishonor
They killin' niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over
then I gotta go, yeah
I ain't got time for hoes I'm out chasin' goals
I'm tryna make a hundred K either way it goes
Do it by myself or with all my bros
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