Come Through lyrics - Juicy J

Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through

I'm chilling at the spot you could come through

Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too

I'm gon' cum, you gon' cum, tell her she gon' cum too

Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through

I'm chilling at the spot you could come through

Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too

I'm gon' cum, you gon' cum, tell her she gon' cum too

I used to be that nigga that would take ya hoe

If she ain't sucking dick then she gon' have to go

Now I'm on some new shit I'm so fucking cold

Now I have 'em eat each other at the door

Spending all this money like this shit ain't nothing

Pull up full of drugs like I'm David Ruffin

Sprinter full of hoes they just wanna party

I told you once before these hoes for everybody

The loud burning with my niggas, them extendos with us

Came to party but we keep them triggers

Pour Patron on a thirsty hoe

You done seen a lot of shit but you ain't never been fucked on a boat

Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through

I'm chilling at the spot you could come through

Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too

I'm gon' cum, you gon' cum, tell her she gon' cum too

Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through

I'm chilling at the spot you could come through

Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too

I'm gon' cum, you gon' cum, tell her she gon' cum too

I seen her with her ass all out

She said she left her man at the house

She said she going live on Facebook

She say she do her thang with a grapefruit

She trynna get with any nigga with some dough

She wanna bring a friend to enjoy the show

Well I'm a tell them bitches meet me at the room

Cause I got something else for the both of you

And you gon' have to share that pussy with the crew

You talking all this shit its time to show and prove

We throwing all these hundreds on that fat ass booty

You throw that pussy at me I'm a alley-oop it

Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through

I'm chilling at the spot you could come through

Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too

I'm gon' cum, you gon' cum, tell her she gon' cum too

Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through

I'm chilling at the spot you could come through

Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too

I'm gon' cum, you gon' cum, tell her she gon' cum too

F.I.G.H.T. lyrics - Mike WiLL Made-It, Eearz, Gucci Mane, YG, Trouble, Quavo & Juicy J

(from "Creed II: The Album" soundtrack)

[Rocky Balboa & Adonis Creed:]

Why do you wanna fight?

What you talking about, I just told you why

No you didn't Donnie

Why do you wanna fight?

I get why they wanna fight you, I know what they're fighting for, what about you?

Listen to me, you got everything to lose, he's got nothing to lose

When a fighter ain't got nothing to lose, he's dangerous!

[Eearz:]

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight

Give a fuck what my nigga did

Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble

Give a fuck what my nigga did

Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble

All of you stuck in the projects, nigga I'm goin' off site

All of you stuck in the projects, nigga I'm goin' off site

(Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight)

[Eearz & Juicy J:]

Who got my back? Ain't nobody holdin' me back

I'm out here fighting for my life, no tellin' what come with it right?

My momma needed bills and lights

I'm prayin' for some better days

I can't go havin' sleepless nights (Shit)

But nigga that's life, when you tryna do right like Spike

But the licks be lookin' enticing

This shits such a roll of the dice, police wanna read me rights

I got no time to relax, when the wall up against my back

My vice reach on a ten, nigga I'll knock out your lights

Mike Will saved my life, this life will hit you like Mike, Tyson

We steady then go on strike (Boom)

Fuck these niggas mean? Nigga I grew up mean

Nigga I came up in scenes that these niggas never seen

Everyday I got to-

[Eearz & Gucci Mane:]

Fight, fight, (Ayy), fight (Yeah), fight (Mike Will)

Fight (Bitch), fight, fight, fight

Fight (Evil Genius), fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight

[Gucci Mane:]

My bitch went through my phone last night when I was sleep

Woke up startin' a fight, 'bout a quarter passed three

"Who is Diane, Gucci who is Monique"

I said "I'm the dope man, everybody know me" (It's Gucci)

Chillin' in the club, in the V.I.P

Nigga hand frigid and all the hoes dig it

There's always one young nigga, wanna be brave

Like we gon' put his ass on the fuckin' front page

Put your hands on your knees, that's a R.I.P

Well it's hum like a hummingbird, sting like a bee

Put the drum in the bitch, make her mute, make it kick

She so sprung on the dick, she just swung on the bitch

[Eearz:]

Fight, fight, fight (Huh), fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight

[Project Pat:]

We gon' rumble in this ho

All you weak ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor

We gon' rumble in this ho

We gon' rumble in this ho

All you weak ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor

We gon'-

[YG:]

Kick a nigga in the head with the hard bottoms

Your homies is dying, I don't give no fuck, that's your problem

Tryna catch yo' ass when your homies around ya

I ain't tryna talk, I'm gon' beat the ho up out ya

Hit your ass with that left right, left right, hit him in the chest right

Knock his as out out, hope he lived his best life

I be in his ear sayin' gang like, gang like

I be on a jet niggas still better think twice

I be on with the homies on the block, they ain't livin' right

I be on with the homies on the block, that're killer type

I be with the homies, with the homies, with the homies

With the homies, with the homies, with the homies, yeah gorilla type

YG stole that, no nigga hold that, fuck your party, spark me up, throw that

Niggas know the program, the program, the program

Spit in a niggas face, pipe a nigga ho down

Take a nigga chain, take a nigga chain

Take a nigga chain then sell it back to him

Now everybody knew, everybody knew you a ho

And so YG do em'

[Eearz:]

Fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight (And so YG do em')

Fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight

[Trouble:]

Fighting like all of my life, know I'm real right and the streets call me "Zilla"

Leanin' up there, that what you like, heard you been talkin' up under your pillows

I get it poppin' on sight, not just with Mike, get you beat like I'm Mike Will

That drum hangin' under the TEC, kill, the drummer like Eearz and Dipset

Give a fuck about a nigga height, I still put you lil' babies on ice

You can be same way that I be, get hit with they car he sounding like

Pump it up for a nigga then, tell 'em come let the gorillas in

They don't wanna let the gorillas in

It's okay I been knockin' doors off the hinge

Get the gloves if you 'bout it

In your zone homocide get you watered, know the Scoob get you watered

You can fuck with me? Seriously doubt it, your trick got rerouted

Now tell me what the fuck is your problem?

You gotta be ready fool, don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement

[Eearz & Trouble:]

Fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight (Don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement)

Fight, fight, fight (Hey), fight (Hey)

Fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey)

[Quavo:]

Yeah, knuckle up, knuckle up

Nigga got hit with the upper cut

He got a cut on his eye, damn now he can't see it done closed up (Damn)

Fuck it (Fuck it), fight (Fight)

Get your stripes (Stripes, bow! Bow! Bow!)

Hit him knockin' out your lights (Hit him)

Look at my arm, my knuckle, my knuckle, now he lay down in front of me (Hold me up)

My momma would told pipe 'em up, pipe 'em up, while she was sittin' in the front seat (Momma)

It be like, I coulda used combos, but I hit him with a one piece (Combos)

It be like, I coulda just told you, I rather you one me (One up)

It be like, he hit the canvas, whole crowd a be like (Oh)

You went out the saddest, whole crowd a be like (Woo)

I can imagine, view from the ground, it be like (Damn)

Wanna rematch it? Hit my phone and be like-

[Eearz & Juicy J:]

Fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hit 'em)

Fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em)

Fight (Left), fight (Right), fight (Left), fight (Right)

Fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em), fight, fight

(Shut da fuc up)

[Juicy J:]

Mama didn't have it (Yeah hoe), so they cut off the lights (Yeah hoe)

Now I'm drippin' in ice (Yeah hoe), and we don't need no lights (Yeah hoe)

You want that check first you gotta earn stripes

I've been through hell, feel like I did it twice

I got it bussin' like I got the pipe

Came up from nothin', I'm uppin' the price

I'm from the jungle (Jumanji), where gorillas and apes be (Yeah hoe)

You don't wanna rumble (Yeah hoe), these niggas can't take me (Yeah hoe)

Niggas said that they love me (Yeah hoe), but they show me they hate me (Yeah hoe)

It's a cold, cold world, no need for AC (Yeah hoe)

Nigga I have my own bag, rich nigga I own that

Nigga I'm from the projects, got a house where the Combs at

I ain't tryna kick it, no air in the ball, that mothafucker on flat

I cannot lose like Floyd when this on the line, it's no match

Tried to take it and you gotta-

[Outro:]

Fight, fight, fight

Feeling Faded lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa & Project Pat)

[Juicy J:]

Winners circle

We scrapin' up all this money man

The hustle continues

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated

Buying everything so they can tell I made it

I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us

I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

Man I'm blowing all this loud

I'll be damned to let a nigga take it

I'm a stoner wake and bake'n ain't no exit?

Plenty syrup, plenty loud, nigga you ain't heard

All this cake a nigga makin', better than desert

Keep that chopper on alert

Bombay quench my thirst

All these dead presidents I'm a need a hearse

I'm getting faded, I'm so high

Bout to spark, Captain Kirk

Wastin' weed, in my lap, tryna roll up but I swerve

You say you not sucking dick, bitch you got some nerve

Put this condom on your ear hoe fuck what you heard

I'm the shit, you just a turd, you ain't shit mark my words

Got bitches who give me brain 'til I'm a nerd

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated

Buying everything so they can tell I made it

I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us

I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

[Wiz Khalifa:]

They try to talk about me cause I'm always staying positive

Ridin' clean she wakin' up and cleanin' that's just how I live

Niggas busy stressin', I'm just smokin' weed and takin' shots

Gotta keep the proper medication cause I think a lot

Fresh out the jacuzzi smokin' doobies in my Ksubis

Face time her bring her to the trap to watch some movies

Netflix, champagne, Apple TV

Best believe its going down, you fuckin' with a, G

[Juicy J:]

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated

Buying everything so they can tell I made it

I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us

I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

[Project Pat:]

Scrape it up, scoop it up

We just tryna pile it up

Buying drugs where I'm from

You might get fucked like a slut

Medical cali in my lungs, hustlers hold them rollies up

Gas get in my pockets fat, stuffed like a stromboli bruh

In the club sparkles on them bottles like fourth of July

Bookin' shows all the way to Mississipi all the way to the Dubai

Rollin papers smokin' like a hippie brains in the sky

Rari light, police ask me questions know I'm a lie

Cause I'm 100 like a Calico

Cigarillo full of medical

You know wheels off the credit bro

We poppin' bottles and we stackin' dough

[Juicy J:]

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated

Buying everything so they can tell I made it

I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us

I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

First Night lyrics - Lyrical Lemonade, Teezo Touchdown, Juicy J, Cochise, Denzel Curry & Lil B

Come and let me teach you how to sing

Oh, you didn't know that I could sing?

Old girl know that I can sing

The whole world knows that I can sing

It's all about me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Me, me, me, me, me, me, yes

Somebody help me sing

Somebody help me sing about me

Let a nigga hit it on the first night

I just wanna fuck, I'm not tryna fall in love

Gon' let a nigga hit it on the first night

I'ma real nigga, you know I would never judge

Gon' let a nigga hit it on the first night

Nigga hit it, gon' let a nigga hit it

Gon' let a nigga hit it on the first night

Let a nigga hit, gon' let a nigga

Told her do it for the gang

I'm like, baby, whatcha doing? Uh, come and do it, uh

Money coming fluent, uh, it influence her

I can run into it, uh, run into it, uh

She like, "Nigga, if you lucky you can come and view it," uh

I'm like "Baby, what you mean?"

I might pull up to the scene

She like, "Nigga, how you do it?" I might beat it, Billie Jean

Yeah, she a real one, when I tell her dip, she finna leave

I'm a rich one, when I'm in the whip it got no keys

Swearing that I'm weak, I be prayin' before I eat

I keep God on my side, nigga playing like it's sweet

Keep the fye in a bag if a nigga actin' street

If a nigga wanna try me, we can push up where he sleep

Let me get my verse right, hit it on the first night

Grippin' on her ass like white women grip they purse tight

If it's gettin' cash then, my nigga, it's a birthright

Hit it once, hit it twice

End it for the third strike

I be a thief in the night, I'll steal anything but some pussy

Gotta keep it P 'cause you know this game ain't built for rookies

All of these shows gon' overbook me, I know where the O's at

Look at these broke lame niggas askin', "Where the hoes at?"

"Can I get a dub?"

Naw, dawg, getcho money up

"Girl, where my hug?"

Listen, dawg, she don't fuck witcha

Only deal with real rich niggas and some hustlers

I see whatcha thirst like, when it comes to me she'll

Let a nigga hit it on the first night

I just wanna fuck, I'm not tryna fall in love

Gon' let a nigga hit it on the first night

I'ma real nigga, you know I would never judge

Gon' let a nigga hit it on the first night

Nigga hit it, gon' let a nigga hit it

Gon' let a nigga hit it on the first night

Let a nigga hit, gon' let a nigga

Rest in peace Miggy two times

Lyrical Lemonade

You know

One night stands are alright

But love is the greatest

Having sex on the first night is cool

But we can wait

It's so much love in this world

Take your time

Ask questions first

Let's talk

It's so much respect in the air

Don't worry about it

But you can fuck too if you want

But don't feel like you got to

You don't got to

For Everybody lyrics - Juicy J (feat. R. City & Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro - Juicy J:]

It's a lot been going on mane

Know I'm saying'

Time for me to address this shit

Tired of hearing about it

Let's go, yeah

[Hook - Juicy J:]

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Pass them all around, they at every party

They ain't gon be loyal, not for anybody

Still I love these hoes

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Oh, that was your girl? oops, I'm sorry

Don't bring her around, this just too much money

Yeah I love these hoes

[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]

She's a superfreak, superfreak

Met her in Liv last week

She was in there with Meek

In VIP, then she left with me

She said she fuck with Breezy

Do I wanna keep it? Nah, that ho too sleazy

Now she fuck with Jeezy

Don't believe me? The shit's all over TV

Now she work the pole, but you ain't know

That's how she make her dough

Seen her in New York

She was all throwed, forgot we met before

She say she fuck with Drake

I ain't surprised, all these hoes fucking with Drake

I asked why she out this way

Said she on a date, then she left with Trey

When will niggas learn?

Hoes like a doorknob, everybody gets a turn

Chicks be so high-class on the internet

But don't got shit she earned

She got that bag from Juicy J

She got that ass from Rudy Gay

Now your silly ass down on one knee

Fuck man, is you cray?

[Hook - Juicy J:]

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Pass them all around, they at every party

They ain't gon be loyal, not for anybody

Still I love these hoes

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Oh, that was your girl? oops, I'm sorry

Don't bring her around, this just too much money

Yeah I love these hoes

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]

Man, I fell in love with a stripper

Funny thing is I fell back out of love quicker

They don't pay attention to love anyway

They only concerned with what the haters say

Bottles be turnin these girls into thots

Instagram turnin these wifes into hoes

No real life they just readin the comments

Mess with a real one and get you exposed

I had a time when my mine was caught up

My niggas was lookin like what is he on

My family was too scared to talk to a nigga

Ain't comin back now the case just got closed

She do what she told

Sharin is carin that pussy ain't gold

Sorry you ain't in control

You all about that money, thats shit that I throw

Just make sure you clean off that pole

They turn on the TV and get on the gram

And say that's relationship goals

Trust me don't save em' anything goes with...

[Hook - Juicy J:]

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Pass them all around, they at every party

They ain't gon be loyal, not for anybody

Still I love these hoes

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Oh, that was your girl? oops, I'm sorry

Don't bring her around, this just too much money

Yeah I love these hoes

[Bridge - Juicy J:]

Stop cuffing my nigga

Is you the police?

Is you the police?

Is you the police?

Why you cuffing my nigga?

Is you the police?

Is you the police?

Is you the police?

[Hook - Juicy J:]

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Pass them all around, they at every party

They ain't gon be loyal, not for anybody

Still I love these hoes

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Oh, that was your girl? oops, I'm sorry

Don't bring her around, this just too much money

Yeah I love these hoes

Freaky Before lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Juicy J, Cash Out and Project Pat)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Calling up, wanna know exactly what's going on

Work all night, fall through the trap in the early morn'

She don't waste any time she getting what she want

Don't hesitate, baby relax your mind hit this KK and elevate

Kicking it with some real niggas nothing like them clones

Should be soaking up all this swag instead they going through your phone

Girl, Instagram ain't got that many likes

First she ain't smoke when I approached her now she rolling them right

And holding 'em tight, going all night, you know I'm the type

I lower the lights, and

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

[Juicy J:]

Boo you nasty throw your legs up, I'm in my zone

Take off your dress take off your bra I'm tryna make you moan

Make yo ankles touch, my thumb in yo' pussy

Caressing your butt and tell you, how much I wanna fuck

But I like watching you, freak me before I hit that ass

Oh you, wanna share me tonight, then call your friend from Georgia Tech

Cause I enjoy her neck, and I enjoy your breasts

And y'all can fuck me first and eat each other next

I'm so blessed, I'll enjoy the show

Weed smoke, camera open on my iPhone

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

[Project Pat:]

Project Pat-uh, touch them toes-ayes, my lil bros-ayes [?]

Them tats, on that soft pretty skin, and a wet, pussy

I must say, make me wanna murder seen that kitty with it

Promethazine sucking titties, on her mouth I show no pity

Head fire, got them toes curled up like nappy hair

Polo is my underwear she open them legs what's up in thur

I'm going in and out and in and out

I'm trying to keep my [?]

She freaky as she need to be, showing that she fuck with me

She always sucking me

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

Fuk Columbia Records lyrics - Juicy J

What Juicy say he be like?

Shut the fuck up

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes (Mafia)

Fuck y'all hoes

Fuck y'all hoes

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes

Fuck y'all hoes

Fuck Columbia Records, tell them bitches count they days

Since I got all these chains they must think a nigga a slave

They want a nigga that own no masters

They want a nigga that call them master

Hell no, I ain't gon' go, Juicy ain't no ho

If I waited on Columbia, then I'd be out here broke

I sold albums, sold out tours but I never sold my soul

Nigga do all this fuckin' grindin', hustlin', 24/7

Soon as my shit start bubblin' up, they want all the credit (Fuck y'all)

Record labels can eat a dick

They wanna sit back and get rich

You in a lake house in New Hampshire

What the fuck you know 'bout a hit?

How I last this fuckin' long, I stay solid to this day

They throw a contract in your face, want you to sign your life away

Fuck 'em

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes

Fuck y'all hoes (Mafia)

Fuck y'all hoes

Fuck y'all hoes

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes

Fuck y'all hoes

Fuck 'em

Well it's not your game, you didn't make the rules

So everything comes hard

As long as you're signed to a contract, you're gonna take a minority share of the winnings

A select few of us will do well, the majority will not

So as a people, will be considered a minority

But let's stop and take a moment to look at yourself

There's nothing minor about you, you are a blessed people

You're the most talented on earth and you are still grateful

That is why upon winning in their game, you always thank God

Tonight, I would like to ask one favor of you

Imagine what it all would be like in our own game

Peace and love for one another