Lyrics:
une autre journée sous litski
P R A D A moi
J'prête pas parce que c'est à moi
Cuss out l'agent, j'prends l'amende
Yeah
J'pas disappointed, j'avais pas
while longer
There's so much more to ponder yet my love
Come and join the Sleepless Club
And when you wander
You'll be guided by the constellations up
shit, nah, I ain't braggin' (yeah, yeah)
Pickin' up bags all in Paris (yeah, yeah)
Flood my neck out with some carats (uh)
My young niggas
da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just
When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog
make sure its da ink
now juicy passy the chrystall now toast dat drink
[Juicy J]
Now the juice in the club gotta a hole in the pants
broken drunken
snooze you lose
Me and my down south niggas rule
Fuck the other nigga, we pay dues too
[Juicy J]
This goes out to all my niggas
Flippin cheese and countin
Yeah, this is what's happening right here
Go to MySpace, slash Little J X
Check him out, y'all
This the official mixtape before the album
It's
from
Raise Your Thugs Up
[Juicy J]
North North Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia Runnin thangs drankin with the drama king
Swingin from the left to the right
[Chorus - Yung Joc]:
Fresh pair of J's
I hit the club stuntin
With a fresh pair of shades
Makin that money
Everybody gettin paid
And everything lovely
Just Dance
RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
this motherfucker?
[people on the left.](x4)
{Juicy J}
you know the time is tickin short, now I'm reachin for the vault
grab them
walking in on some ball shit
Juicy J I talk money, I don't talk shit
I wan't it all, I don't care what the cost is
I'm so motherfucking fly
I should star
of nutrients
So juicy is your gluteus (And umm)
I'm entranced by the sway of that thang
Wanna play in that thang
Spend a day in that thang (But umm)
Thats enough
I hear the guns running down on the road
They got the pistols firing off in the doors (doors)
Rain showers and they hit with flood (the flood)
Sticky
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
Straight from Memphis Ten, ain't no hater gon' stop me
Juicy J been paid, got a Phantom in both pockets
I'm high as fuck, can't even see
Lookin' for your
hope you can take it when I make you call me papi
Club about to close, come up out them clothes
I'm about to give you what you asking for
Order what you
out clean
All eyes on me
Marco Day blue jeans with the fresh tee
Lightin' up in the club like I'm Paparazzi
Call me Mr. Pringles: I'm stackin' my
fire
Purple cush by the pound
Ask my dog Webbie
This is how it goes down
From my hood to yo' hood
Man, we making money
In the club we poppin'
loose
Hit another one, pussy juicy fruit
Tell you the truth we getting litty tonight
Baddest bitches out the city pussy pretty and tight
They don't like
it's time focus on us
You said I'm bluffing
Less call the bluff
Pull up 2 L's and a cool J
In the back of my mind
I need love
Take you out the game
I
that's right, I'm badder than them
E.V.E. the cataclysm
Blow 'em out the fucking water
Kill 'em dead, call it slaughter
Ain't my fault, I had it built up,
in J-Bone's Navigator
The club's off the chain
I'm seeing models and stars
NBA players straight buying out bars
The state of Arizona tryna segregate
the trap and clubs
Jumping all night all night
Packing short bags
For the long flights long flights
It's a Friday and we in all white all white
She said D.J
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