Juicy J other songs:

 

Three Point Stance lyrics - Juicy J (feat. City Girls & Megan Thee Stallion)

Aye, I need a whole lotta head with a whole lotta spittin'

A real boss bitch run these niggas like a business

He say that if he keep fuckin' me then he gon' catch some feelings

I said that if you keep eating me I need to meet your dentist, aye

I can't suck that dick if I don't know where it been, nope!

You can't have my number if you ask through your friend, nope!

You can't fuck me if you can't find where to put it in

He got nervous when he seen this pussy, knew I was that bitch, yah

Nigga don't be twistin' me, you know what I'm 'bout

Everything you heard is prolly true, this pussy got clout

Ain't no shame in my game, boy you know I'm the shit

I get treated like a queen by every nigga I'm with

'Cause this pussy got power, going for some hours

Bitch I got bars, I ain't looking for no towers

Any bitch you put against me, know they get devoured

I was down, they was sweet now I'm popping and they sour

(Pussy got power, this pussy got power)

(Fuck on his sheets, skeet-skeet for a hour)

(Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band)

(Pop that pussy in a three point stance)

Pussy got power, that lil' pussy got power

Fuck on the sheets, skeet-skeet for a hour

Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band (Band)

Pop that pussy in a three point stance (Damn)

Pussy got power, that lil' pussy got power

Fuck on the sheets, skeet-skeet for a hour

Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band (Band)

Pop that pussy in a three point stance (Damn)

If that pussy good, I'ma pull a nighter (Damn)

Bad bitches only, ugly bitches not invited (Damn)

Once them bills kick in them hoes get excited (Damn)

Nothing but a slut she ain't even tryna hide it (Damn)

Pussy great 'least that's what they say

Now I'm tryna see

She a freak, she don't pop a Z

She pop a Plan B

Throw them cheeks

You know all these racks don't come with no receipt

She a vegan, she gon' eat the dick

But she don't eat meat

(Pussy got power, that lil' pussy got power)

(Fuck on the sheets, skeet-skeet for a hour)

(Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band)

(Pop that pussy in a three point stance)

Pussy got power, that lil' pussy got power

Fuck on the sheets, skeet-skeet for a hour

Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band (Band)

Pop that pussy in a three point stance (Damn)

Pussy got power, that lil' pussy got power

Fuck on the sheets, skeet-skeet for a hour

Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band (Band)

Pop that pussy in a three point stance (Damn)

What Juicy say? He be like

Shut the fuck up!

My pussy purr, I keep her clean

I sit this coochie every night up in Celine

My pussy talk back 'cause my pussy mean

And when I pose you can see the pussy in the jeans

Pussy got 'em paying bills where I live

Pussy just brought me a car and a crib

My pussy got a amp on it, it be bumping

If you screaming, "Money" lil' daddy we could run it

(Pussy got power, that lil' pussy got power)

(Fuck on the sheets, skeet-skeet for a hour)

(Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band)

(Pop that pussy in a three point stance)

(Pussy got power, this pussy got power)

(Fuck on his sheets, skeet-skeet for a hour)

(Pussy got power, this pussy got power)

(Fuck on his sheets, skeet-skeet for a hour)

Tryna Fuck lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Drake & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

All this weed in my system ain't helpin' (ain't helpin')

And this drank got you lookin' so good (so good)

I got some mollies in my hand, I might take one (take one)

And after I finish what's in my cup

You know I'm tryna love you

All these drugs-drugs make me wanna love you

Okay, okay, okay, okay

[Juicy J:]

I just wanna shoot a movie with a chick from out the movies

With a big old ghetto booty that know how to roll a doobie

I just wanna hit the club, throw some money on the stage

I just wanna tip a stripper more dough than she ever made

More dough than she ever seen, now she see me in her dreams

All that ass, shawty bust it, how she stuff it in her jeans

Must run in her genes, I just wanna meet her momma

I just wanna smoke my presidential Juicy J Obama

Juicy J that OG, I been ballin' this whole week

Stuntin' 20 years plus, I can do this in my sleep

I just wanna fall in Onyx with a fine Georgia peach

Got that rocket in my pocket, that's that beauty and the beast

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

All this weed in my system ain't helpin' (ain't helpin')

And this drank got you lookin' so good (so good)

I got some mollies in my hand, I might take one (take one)

And after I finish what's in my cup

You know I'm tryna love you

All these drugs-drugs make me wanna love you

Okay, okay, okay, okay

[Drake:]

Legendary, love you so much it's unnecessary

Like it's always two weeks into February

You can take that shit to the cemetery, til we're dead and buried

But girl God forbid I feel too alive

Around you I got too much pride

Do we let it breathe or put a title on it?

I'm so indecisive, I'll let you decide

She like nah seem like your chakra's off

I'm like nah it's just that your top is off

And I started out wantin' to talk to you

And now all I can think about is poppin' off

Girl you're all that matters

You in bra and panties, that's all that matters

You straddled me, I started fallin' backwards

Don't worry about the phone you can call them after

Bout to take ya down

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

All this weed in my system ain't helpin' (ain't helpin')

And this drank got you lookin' so good (so good)

I got some mollies in my hand, I might take one (take one)

And after I finish what's in my cup

You know I'm tryna love you

All these drugs-drugs make me wanna love you

Okay, okay, okay, okay

Who Run It Freestyle lyrics - Juicy J

SHUTDAFUCCUP!

Shout up my nigga bebe, abebe

G Herbo, A$AP ROCKY

Lil Yachty, Trippie Redd

Everyone who pay homage to this classic

What's the business, its that playa that you love to hate

Always see me comin' out the bank, diamonds in your face

Pussy nigga get up out the way, don't care about what you say

Sound proof the Bentley, I can't hear you niggas any way

Pop the steel, cause it get real, I not about them games

Cartiers frames, dracula grill, bitch I still keep it trill

Hittin' bitches from the back with my socks on

Memphis niggas keep the Glocks cocked when the wars on

Buyin' 40s from the corner store, blowin' smoke

Grindin' like its 94, keep the stash in the floorboards

Average tripple dubber on the fuckin' ball court

I'm that nigga that you imitate and hoes call for

For that dick game, wouldn't buy your bitch with my loose change

Thristy niggas eatin' bitches ass with the shit stain

Insane like my fuckin' wrist game

Nigga, houses on the hill cost the same fuckin' thing

Counted up a hunnid this mornin'

Then I went spent me 50

Then I hit the VLive

Tryna buy me some ass and titties

Rappers sample my old shit, keep runnin' 'em bags, I'm uh rich

Get 'em samples cleared cause that publish you might not get some

Niggas act like they don't owe me somethin'

I'm the reason bitches twerkin' they ass now show me somethin'

Payin' homage is a real nigga move, bitch I paid my dues

Sold a million out the trunk, you niggas uber poo

Pour that mud up like that butter, first nigga with that pipe in the club

Used to turn my shit up had niggas tryna fight in the club

And I know I'm ice'd up, pinky just like that a dub

You gotta like my shit, you a hater or somethin'

I'm a grow ass man, you a baby or somethin'

Probably fucked ya mama on the come up

Don't you ever try to play me, homie

Got a wife now like Kanye

And I wish a bitch would try to bite her like Beyonce

My daughter 2 month and she been paid

Botta sign more deal cop more real estate

Me and Pat used to rob or 'em petty things

Now it's nothin' less than private jets, 7 figure checks

Hater, catch your fuckin' breathe, you broke, ain't got nothin' left

We 'em niggas in Dubai from the north, don't you ever flex

Mafia, runnin' shit, Juicy J ain't never quit

Ain't a bitch I never hit, still countin' paper, bitch

When the smoke clears, nigga I'm still here

Higher than I been in 20 goddamn years

Motherfuckin' legend get your smoke right, dope right

Ain't no conversation or that broke life, show right, bitch

Who run it?

Yerba lyrics - Alek Sandar & Juicy J

Now is the time to recognize

Now is the time to legalize

Now is the time to monetize

Rationalize decriminalize (commercialize)

Sell it and tax it and organize

Cash it and push it and monetize

Grow it and show it and specialize

Open the door, open the door

You put it in a, put it in your hole

You put it in a, put it in your throat

You put it in a, put it in your mouth

Cuz you love Yerba

And you put it in a, put it in a tea

You put it in a hot cookie

And you put it in a sweet brownie

Cuz you love Yerba

Yerba, Yerba

Yerba, Yerba

(Yerba)

(Yerba)

All day blowing on

(Yerba)

I'm bout my bread like burgers

All day blowing on Yerba

Bought my side bitch double D's

And it's soft as a Serta

Met her on the gram

My joint weigh 3 grams

Get her higher than a flight attendant

I'm gettin head when we land

Party til 5am

Double parked in a Lamb

Ok bitch, I'm bored

Now it's time to go back to your man

Still going, no stopping

Afterparty in the lobby

Careful with that champagne

This shirt from Versace

All this loud, that's medical

Breakfast, I eat edibles

All day, wake & bake

Airport I might vape

V12 let's race

Two hundred on the dash

Hundred pounds in the stash

Paper planes and no jet lag, bitch

Paper planes and no jet lag, bitch

Hundred pounds in the stash

Paper planes and no jet lag, bitch

Yerba, Yerba

Yerba, Yerba

(Yerba)

(Yerba)

All day blowing on

(Yerba)

You put it in a, put it in your hole

You put it in a, put it in your throat

You put it in a, put it in your mouth

Cuz you love Yerba

And you put it in a, put it in a tea

You put it in a hot cookie

And you put it in a sweet brownie

Cuz you love Yerba

Now it the time to recognize

Now is the time to legalize

Now is the time to monetize

Rationalize decriminalize (commercialize)

Sell it and tax it and organize

Cash it and push it and monetize

Grow it and show it and specialize

Open the door, open the door

And I put it in your cookie, put it in your cake

I like when I smoke and I can't feel my face

I like to hit the pipe

It makes me high all night

It makes me high all night

And when I roll it right

So nice and tight

Got a cookie in the oven all night

And when I do it right

So thick and tight

Got my cookie in the oven all night

Some tea for the brain all night

It's gonna be a long long night

Got a cookie in the oven and cake in the oven and

Tea for the brain all night

Yerba, Yerba

Yerba, Yerba

(Yerba)

(Yerba)

All day blowing on

(Yerba)

You lyyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa) (feat. Liam Payne)

[Intro - Juicy J:]

Man

What's up man

It's time bruh

They've been waiting on this collab

This goes out to the

All the chick on Snapchat

They love that social media life and shit

[Chorus - Liam Payne:]

All I need is you

See anything you want

Anything you want girl

All I see is you

Anything you want

Anything you open

All I need is you

Anything you want

Anything you want girl

All I see is you

Anything you want

[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]

You my bitch, ain't no time for hoe who can't

Who can't walk in heels, who pussy smell like shit

If I told you tote that strap, you'll pop a lick

Never keep that drama you a real real, real real

I'm standing up like I rock it

I'm ready to blow and I ain't got to cock it

I got you wetter than ever

I'm a do it to ya begging me to stop it

You got the world in your pants

My heart in your hands

Ass softer than some jello

I'm gon knock your boots into stilettos

Have your... singing like Adele, Hello

Room full of chicks bout to line em up

If they go both ways I'm a sign them up

Girl take off them Vickys then take off my suit

Cause all I want is you and all you need is juice

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]

I bring the KK through you can grind it up

Work all day now its time to fuck

Coming up short no they not like us

Can't talk bank they got enough

Drink Bombay til I'm out of touch

Go good she gon fall in love

It's been a long time since she got a nut

We can take our time we ain't got to rush

And nah she don't need no wedding ring

This the shit that we go through everyday

I let her know she can everything

Be a coach I can teach you how to run a play

Ba a boss tell you girls that you want to stay

Take if off when I give it don't run away

Your ex-boyfriend he a throw away

Seen him in the club hating the other day

But all I need is a big bag of weed and

You by my side, girl I know you down to ride

Big cribs got lots of those

Fast cars got lots of those

Khalifa man got lots of hoes

I ain't really thinking about em though

[Chorus]

[Outro - Juicy J & Liam Payne:]

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Smoke me out, smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Smoke me out, smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Smoke me out, smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out

Smoke me out, smoke me out

All I need is you

You Can Cry lyrics - Marshmello & Juicy J (feat. James Arthur)

[James Arthur:]

Oh, you can cry on my shoulder

Everything's alright

All the pain is finally over

You can close your eyes

[Juicy J:]

Listen to me, close your eyes baby, picture this:

Sunset, on the ocean, that's Pacific

New whips, new tips, now your wrist lit

You can get anything off your wish list

Every day is Christmas (I got you)

Look, I promise you won't wanna miss this (I got you)

All I got is bread like a biscuit (biscuit)

Got a secret __cpLocation, unlisted

We can get twisted (woo)

I don't wanna wait (hey)

I don't need a break (hey)

You just bring he gifts (hey)

I'ma bring the cake (uh-huh)

Go for two rounds

Light a spliff (uh-huh)

You land next to a star, make a wish (a wish)

I got somethin' you can ride if you need a lift (yessir)

Whenever you with me, the problems don't exist

Anywhere you wanna go, scratch it off your list

You wouldn't even wanna cry if you imagine this

[James Arthur (Juicy J):]

Oh, you can cry on my shoulder

Everything's alright (I got you)

All the pain is finally over

You can close your eyes

[Juicy J:]

You was up late night callin' (woo)

I was up late night ballin' (woo)

Almost made you wanna throw the towel in (hey)

Almost made you wanna trade the style in (uh-oh)

Countin' up hunnids by the thousands (uh-oh)

100 stacks, run it back, hester

Double up, one more time, no pressure (nope)

I believe in you, so you next up

I put diamonds in your cross, God bless ya

You put the work in (woo), you deserve that

Hard work pays off, I know you heard of that (heard of that)

Slow it down, lemme show you how to work that (oh)

The coupe you was dreamin' 'bout, you can swerve that (it's yours)

You just gotta take a chance, take control of that

You just gotta chase the dream, get a hold of that (uh-huh)

Then you puttin' in overtime over that

Then you do it one more time, gotta run it back

[James Arthur:]

Oh, you can cry on my shoulder

Everything's alright

All the pain is finally over

You can close your eyes

[Juicy J:]

You can get anythin' you want

You know I'm sayin'

You want that over there? You want that over there?

Got you

[James Arthur:]

Oh, you can cry on my shoulder

Everything's alright

All the pain is finally over

You can close your eyes