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How We Roll

Slab House DJ's

Twanked Out Down South

2004

the fuckin best
If you want to test let me put your nigga on some X
If you want to fuck let me see who money spend the best
Eight figure dick be the best nigga

at ya
I'm all about apologies as if I live in Canada
But if you want the heat grab your ballsack and meet me on the beat
But before you come back know

a killing
You Want your nigga don't be stippin cause I stay by my biby (yeah)

[Chorus]

ayy)
I'm like Juicy J, tell them hoes get out the way
I'ma star, I need my space, you get put right in your place
Bitch, I came up out the jungle, but I

come
Stay fly like I'm Juicy J son
Lyrics put together like I'm Jason
In yo face them niggas J son
Pray my brotha keep from pushin' hubbas
'Cuz I know

too much bread, I feed my crew
I mean what I say, don't need your truth
Presume as you may, don't play by rules
I got plenty vibes on the way
Bitch it's

getting head inside a Tesla bad bitch, slim, thick, her ass fat, I call her precious
By the flick of the wrist, you can tell I'm extra diamond, bezel musta

La la la la la aw yea
La la la la la aw yea
La la la la la aw yea
When I get up out the bed
You know I feel like I’m the shit
2020 everything I touch

green and that white
Buckin in the club showin love
To the Kaze clique cause we in this bitch
Juicy J and Paul got some sounds
That'll make a thug rich

niggas hate, but somehow always wanting more (woah, woah)
Come here baby drive me crazy I just want you in my hands
Feel like Roscoe girl the way you

gotta show titties
I ain't tripping nigga, this your city
(Like, Like, Like)
What the fuck we gon' do today?
You Stevie J, I'm Juicy J
We turnt up,

time she got one friend
Which is more than fine
One four one dime
You already know which one is mine
Tripping like Juicy J
See love and got me in

Com'n Yo Direction

Lil Wyte

Doubt Me Now

2003

convention
Back in the day - I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition
But I done made it, they hate it
I love it, becuz of DJ Paul and Juicy J - I got

Executive chic
She was mad rich
No face Botox or plastics
Booty didn't stretch like elastics
Body was a natural gymnastics
Juicy fruit Tropicana
You

cubana and she always wear designer
Oh you know you want her, Nevada Tijuana
Fly back and forth blowing brains like Nirvana
Ridin' on a ski-doo, nips