Lyrics:
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches that look like these
C'mon, you know it, you know it
You know it, you know it (tell them
off yo top
I been smoking this weed since like 12 (Smokin since like 12)
Roll a j by myself (Roll a j by my)
Making money, making wealth
Niggas watching
like 2 or 3
Whew shit
Oh y’all thought that shit was new to me
Gotta fly chick made her ass just flew to me
Grind so much they think that it’s two of me
[DJ Paul talking with gunshots in background]
Yeah, run bitch. Run hoe! Ya nice motherfuckas!
Y'all jealous ass bitches!
You know what I'ma call
DJ Paul-
(Intro)
Yeah, run bitch. Run hoe! Ya nice motherfuckas!
y'all jealous ass bitches!
You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello
f**k what y’all say
Think I’m J Kidd how I call plays//
I’m G coded
The streets know it
Don’t flash ‘round me, I’ll Deebo it
Got cash ‘round me, bet
naughty or nice
At night
Sacrifice
Good bye, lights out
(Juicy J)
Can you feel me
Can you hear me
Did you pick the scene
A lot
all [?]
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Filet mignon with my food
Get your motherfucking paper up
And quit hating on other niggas, man
Man, y'all niggas is crazy out here, man
While you niggas be out here with
to the millionth
It's extra, ordinary and plain
I walk a thousand paces of light ahead of the game
By the time you get where I'm standing, I'll be gone
y'all
here little momma, have a sip
Juicy J sold dope, they tryna ban a nigga like Actavis
I don't fuck with none of ya'll niggas, like an activist
I be
what y’all Doin
Money so big, got them custom rubber bands on em
Coppin new J's on a reg, just to brag on em
You would think I got myself a plug the way
on y’all mouth like it’s lip gloss.
Mama scared it was just us.
Took us a year just to catch up.
Talking s**t you done messed up.
P***y boy better vest up.
I ain't never had no father figure now the time keep passing by
Really I'm just only like 19 and I ain't living right
I ain't blaming no one cause I
your shit, y'all don't know shit
Them hoes you with is just average
This four spittin' that whole clip and my alibi is my bad bitch
So don't be
love that girl too
I let y'all know me and I would love to know you
Now come on (c'mon sweetheart)
Everything that I love in this world
Has gotta
the girls out there y'all can't catch me no more,
Coz I've been stolen away By my beautiful damsel...
Baby g get closer now,
The way u flowing like a river
as fuck
Just like a youngin' my nigga
Juicy do all them drugs
Niggas smoking that babbage weed
I be on that light green
Pop molly in the after hours
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
Six oohie, jewels drippin', big toolie
I ball for real, y'all niggaz is Sam Bowie
And with the third pick, I made the earth sick
M.J., hem Jay, fade
Yes sir the realest nigga in the game
Juicy J it's going down north North
Y'all nigga ain't ready we gettin' this
Mothafuckin' money i thought y'all
prestigious home
Y'all ask if I'm blessed by God, player what you thought?
What Rev. you seen on chrome?
Gotta make these dollars, comin out of Hollis
Got
handcuffing hoes, but them niggas know what's up
Y'all came to the club together, but that hoe gon' leave with us
Break out the blue dream, erybody rolling up
(bowbowbduahhaugh)
The top gone it's decapitated (let the top down)
Killin sh*t aye decapitation(ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh)
I heard y'all first mixtape that shit was
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