Lyrics:
a young real ass nigga like me, young Wiz Khalifa, man let's get it)
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say
Feeling on my booty, feeling juicy don't it? (Don't it)
Fuck around and get to close, pull out the Uzi on it (On It)
Uzi on it, let it bust, it
shakes it off and makes some sort
of humorous remark about the horn to the gallery and they eat it up.
Champion: Let?s get the ball back on the field.
the fuck would the haters say
They only hate because they're not you
And that's facts. Don't let them get to you
Yeah, don't let them get to you
I'm here
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you
It's too
But in case you ain't too sure a knowin'
We're gonna let you listen to us one by one
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
How'd ya do, I'm
let me pull up on it
Heard me cooking up sum in the stew
Don't want a bite she want the whole damn zoo
Come give me some lovin girl
Come give me some
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
the room, time to rinse off
Crowd by the pool, we been on ten
Hope this night don't end, yeah
Stranger hold hands, club, we slow dance
Strip in the room,
and juicy
Fully fit
Watamelon
Oh gosh me got me
Watamelon
Oh gosh me got me
Watamelon
Oh gosh me got me
Sweat round and juicy
Fully fit
Watamelon!
Even tho
an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bi-
Don't take sh- for granted, and don't take sh-, give it
Only bull you should take
Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bitch
Don't take shit for granted, and don't take shit, give it
turn around, and let me see just what ya curved like
Go grab your friends, and y'all can come to the back, oh, oh
Why don't you take a sip upon this
turn around, and let me see just what ya curved like
Go grab your friends, and y'all can come to the back, oh, oh
Why don't you take a sip upon this
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
I gotta pour up
Stare and look at chu face
They don't kno what to do bout it
Her booty juicy I'm loving the way
That she shake it
Can barley fit by
me that juicy flow
Give me that funky
Funky Jesus music
Give me that hip, that rock, that funky soul
And watch this party grow
Let's go
Look
phone trynna get yo bitch bac
Tommy hill with the polo baby I can mix match
He ain't fuckin on you right
Imma fix that
And they see me wrist twist cause
This a song to get your money right
If you don’t wanna tip go outside
run it back like a hundred times
Do it for the city
Now let’s shine
Hit
soda pop
Light green kush cut from a bush
Mix it together, get it together
Hypo grow with the hydro flow
Smoking on some shit called I don't know
This is
Scrollin' wit us don't clique, bitch
Sippin on SOP we lit (SOP got me moody)
Roll up a doobie (smoke) (yeah)
Fuck it, I'm moody
She like a juicy fruit
a free thing
Its so misleading
Its appealing
Whoosh what what a feeling
Black oil on meh skin
Cow horn on me head
Ah don't feel a thing
Cuz rum in meh
get
My cheese like swiss
The ice on my wrist
I'm back to making hits
Ay ay keep it juicy for me
Ay ay real juicy for me
Ay ay keep it juicy for me
Ay ay
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