Pimptro lyrics - Juicy J
Probation and parole is a traffic violation
Ya know what I'm saying? I'm real
(Peace to Project Pat my brother)
Yeah, wassup, Juicy J high up in this mothafucka
(My brother done raised me, Project Pat raised Juicy J)
Its true, you do read what you saw
To all the players, ya know what I'm saying
Raise your hands up, light some weed
On 40 dollars, get to yo pill pack
Pull yo pills, its all gravy my nigga
Black Folk wanna come and shit, it's all good
Chronicles of the Juice Man
It's uh, playas up in this mothafucka
I done been in North Memphis, it's my hood
Evergreen walkers and brown
Smoking [?] high park, hollywood
I been all over the north
My North Memphis legend up in this mothafucka
Veteran, all ya veterans raise yo arms up
Put yo hoods up
Hood nigga whats going on
Yeah
North, North Pt. 2 lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Project Pat)
[Juicy J:]
Yes sir once again it's on, Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juice man, North North part 2
Raise ya thumbs up my nigg, it's on fool
[Project Pat:]
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
[Juicy J:]
North north in this thing and you know we runnin things
Everybody raise ya thumb, everybody show your gang
March in a cirle man, muscle up until you strain
Project Pat and Juicy J, the nigga with them gold fangs
Yes we keep the lightest dope
Yes we house the freakiest hoes
Then we ride to evergreen, on the block is where we post
Policeman can't stop us, I think they oughta stop it
I'm talkin' in that ghetto English, sayin' fuck the mobsters
Gangsta niggas walk up in the club
High as hell because we full of drugs
What gang you claim, the way they wore them hats
Don't get too close be careful we be strapped
We put it on the map, we keep our gezees flapped
And if you see me in the hood you better give me dap
I'm known as a veteran, my picture should be stacked
From smokin sin to Hollywood they wild over there
[Project Pat:]
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
If ya ain't from my hood you can get the hell from round here
Cause we gon' smoke hydro and we gon' drink beer
It ain't no mu'hfuckin secret cause we some thugs
It ain't hard, you can peep it we sellin drugs
So don't you cowards step wrong, Smith N Wesson
These automatics have ya ass singin' a different song
A mega blast from these rocks, got the track jumpin'
A North Memphis nigga sell dope I'll tell you somethin'
Ya car bumpin ridin' clean and you see me bold
And now you wonderin' why we kickin' in your back door
This ain't no suburb my nigg this the ghetto
And you gon come through flosin like a pretty ho
A no no for you off, turn her on niggas
Show some love or you will meet them chrome triggers
We smokin bud, sippin' sizzurp and poppin' pills
You need some work come on through we got the best deals
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
[Juicy J:]
I done lived in the North round the way
I done planted playa seeds in the mutherfuckin bay
Hypnotize is the label that you don't wanna hate
I done seen niggas make it, I done seen niggas sprayed
Brothas on the same block till his hair turn gray
Still all about a hustle, punchin' clock no way
The police hit the block, swallow rocks, throw the hate
Back in the same spot the next fuckin' day
Project Pat wassup
[Project Pat:]
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff you know how we roll
Nigga is gon' get shot up, trippin' wit this north
Ride up outside yo dog, pullin' up them logs
Squeeze on them triggers, empty clips and reload
If you got beef, my nigga you better bring it
The hood buck as hell, the police couldn't tame it
Inhalin' palm trees something you can't hang with
Hydro with red hair, something I can slang trick
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
North, raise ya thumbs up nigga
Who Da Buckest lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Frayser Boy, LaChat, Project Pat)
[Juicy J]
The Gangsta Desciples and the Vice Lords have teamed up
We gonna fuck the motherfuckin clubs up
The fuckin Liquids, know what I'm sayin
The D and D the spot, GD's! VL's!
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down [x2]
[Juicy J]
The first nigga wanna step
Gonna meet his death
First I hit the nigga wit a right, then I swing a left
Kept on dropping B's after B's till I'm out of breath
Then I took a knife and cut the fool til he bloody wet
Boy you gon respect
Real playaz when it comes to that
Knowin this ain't slavery but nigga we gon hang your neck
How you gonna diss the check writer, hoe I am a threat
Shoot at your bitch ass like the killa know you scared of that, scared of that
Bring it on nigga to this motherfuckin M-Town
Click click boom then you feel your body fall down
Don't be trippin wit these Hyde Park gangstas
Robbers, killaz, dope boyz, rapists
Gangsta Fred, Heavy C, workin with that maintenance
Cut you up, wrap you up, leave ya ass stankin
Pimp slap ya ass, momma boy, fell the rugar
So fuckin sweet, I should probably call you sugar
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down [x2]
[LaChat]
Now when I fall up in the club, I be yellin, smack a bitch
Steady mobbin wit a mug
Yeah this thug
Startin shit
Nigga what bitch, what?
Get the fuck up out my way
Throwin bows, pushin hoes
Lettin you know I'm in the place
It's whateva, get it done
Hope you cowards, got a gun
I'm a ride until I die
Makin bitches out here run
You can run if you wanna
Where you run is where you die
I'm a break me off a prada stick your ass in the eye
It's Chat, you got beef
All this animosity
Look here mane, I'm a aim
Shoot that thang
For playin me
You a killa
Bitch nigga
Never have you pulled a trigger
You got hoe off in your blood
When it rain, hoe you shiver
Have you ever seen a bitch come through the door and take the floor
Gangsta walkin, representin, cuz a mack ain't goin hoe
Breakin laws, fuck the law
Keep them bitches out my business
I'm a shut this junt down, everybody gonna witness, bitch
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down [x2]
[Frayser Boy]
What ya cowards wanna do, don't give a fuck bout what ya sayin
Pull a pistol on ya in a minute wit no delayin
Frayser Boy, I'm comin through
Nigga who the fuck is you?
Got yo nuts all pumped up, I'll whip yo ass til ya blue
Throwin that Bay up in the air
Nigga I don't fuckin care
Niggaz practice lookin hard, but ain't gon do shit but stare
Mean muggin in the club and
Bout to get yo ass drug and
I don't hide behind my words, I'll beat yo ass down in public
I'm the realest of the real
Betta ask yo fuckin peeps
Knock a patch up out ya head and stomp yo ass till ya sleep
Man this liqour got me geeked
You won't see another wink
I was in here tryna chill, now ya got me bringin heat
Take your ass up off ya feet
Leave yo body with a leak
Ring the bell, school's in, here's the lesson I'm gon teach
Better step away from reach
Ass whoopin you gon see
Have yo ass like decepticons hollarin retreat
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear
Man you hoes don't wanna clown
man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown
If you do we beat ya down [x2]
Gimme Head lyrics - Juicy J (feat. La Chat & Frayser Boy)
[Juicy J:]
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
There's a freak in North Memphis that wanna smoke a goodie
She toss a 380, I hate it because she hoodie
Her wreckin' be a dog, a hog, or just a bully
It's cool if she be down to clown, cause she'll pull it
Don't underestimate her face, she ain't a rookie
And when she get in deep and deep, the ho be trippin'
A gangsta type bitch that make ya say (oowwee!)
She lick my balls, ba-ba balls, I banged and hit the pussy
[Frayser Boy:]
Now I'm drankin' on this cortisone that got's me feeling frisky
Looking for a freaky ho to suck up on my dicky
Needs a pro and not a amateur so I come licky
Number one drop flick and sucks the dick to end this quickly
Sucks me dumb and got's me sprung and leaves it with a Hickey
If you got's the bitch then I don't know, she's coming with me
If you looking for the ho, don't bother cause she's with me
The bitch was born to use her tongue, her nickname was Vicky
[Juicy J:]
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
[La Chat:]
A head hunting bitch that's on a mission looking for the head
For that pussy sucking motherfucker slobbin' in my legs
'Cause we buck, now you know we down to fuck
You gon' put your face in face and work yo tongue until I nut
Bitch nigga, yeah you love it when I treat you like a ho
Man these niggas claiming, pimping is these niggas that'll go
First time? Boy whatever, so you listed a beginner
You fo' sho' to be a pro 'cause I'ma feed you lunch and dinner
Break yo knees, keep it real, c'mon do that thang you do
All you niggas eating pussy, Chat got nothing but love for you
Don't be ashamed, you a man, you supposed to please a bitch
If you want it drippin' wet you gotta lick it 'fo you hit
Camera ready in the closet, lights, camera, action
I'ma show my girls for promotion on ya capping
Man you out the frame, man you licking in the right spot
You gon' be my man, fuck that shit I'm putting yo cap on lock
[Juicy J:]
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head till I'm dead, gimme head, gimme head
Pimp Talk lyrics - Juicy J
You know got good chewing
Good chewing is a, is a, classic motherfucking bitch
Is not a ho, a ho is a independent bitch
She wanna be an independent motherfucker
So she think she got some shit going on
So fuck a ho, you get hoes away
And you know fucking a hoe is like sticking a dick out the window
Like A Pimp lyrics - Juicy J (feat. La Chat)
[Juicy J]
Now I ain't the one with the magic wa wa wand
but I can break a bitch for the cheese and funds
I don't have to use a gun or even make the hoe cum
if a nigga go to jail then a bitch make bond
while you shakin dat ass in the shake ja ja joint
I be sittin in the back rollin big bu bu blunts
let me know when you off to collect my money
If a nigga cant get it then a nigga will haul
Cause playas like me don't see nuttin funny
bitch betta have my mutherfuckin money
black eyes and bruisin up a face I den done it
to let her know these bonified pimps who run it
She make a G a night but she told me 200
but thats what I get fuckin wit a snow bunny
I told her like this ask dat nigga you be callin
police found a body that very next morning
[Chorus 1 x2]
Gator Boots and the suits is the clothes
Like a pimp
Keep the money not folded in a roll
Like a pimp
When I see you bitch you betta have my dough
Like a pimp
Reach Back
Like a pimp
Slap Da Hoe
[Juicy J]
They wanna wear my shoes they wanna wear
my clothes they wanna ride round thru the
hood with 20 hoes sittin back in the back
like a nigga suspose with a chauffer drivin
lettin his pimpin be choose
I can walk the walk and I can talk the talk
bring yo girl to my room mane thats all you saw
young nigga in the cut name Juicy J
nigga skin black as dark like ebay
All these freaks cross the world they don't want to holla
If you ain't got 20's if you aint got dollars
Bitch fuck that shit we still gon pimp
we go ride thru the streets we go hit the
dense we go smoke on dem blunts we go sip a fifth
We go stand on the corner wit a pistol grip
If you want to holla at us we ain't out for the squeeze
All we want is yo purse cause we out for the cheese
[Chorus 1]
[La Chat]
1 little 2 little niggas dats payin me
3 little 4 litle niggas eatin pussy
I'ma keep it real ain't no need of being in my grill
I'ma make you work pimpin dudes just to get a meal
Pimpin don't play pay what you fuckin weigh
yeah I got the knowledge and the skills on gettin paid
Nigga wanna fuck but for what you ain't gave enough
betta hit the strip slang dick cause a nigga bust
La Chat smokin on a sack like a real mack
sittin back countin all my ends checkin all traps
Claimin you wont go thats a damn lie
You get got I have you hypnotized I don't even care
we can share in dis game hoe tossin these
niggas for the dough is the way it go
havin niggas sick about the way dat I did man
You should of told them I'm a real mutherfuckin pimp
[Chorus 2 x2]
[La Chat:] Gucci Boots and the suits
is the clothes
[Juicy J:] Like a pimp
[La Chat:] Keep the money not folded
in a roll
[Juicy J:] Like a pimp
[La Chat:] When you see boy don't act like
yen ain't know
[Juicy J:] Like a pimp
[La Chat:] Reach back
[Juicy J:] Like a pimp
[La Chat:] Slap the hoe
Killa Klan lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Crunchy Black, Lord Infamous)
Killa Klan [x8]
[Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated] North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago
[cities differ for each chorus]
[Juicy J]
Late last nite, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands up
Don't cross the line, yellow take the police brand up
Outside the court, Norf Memphis and we klanned up
I can be a leader, bring the heata, like a farakhan
I can be a terroist to the government like a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya wrist they put they targets on
Watchin' niggas every move, tappin' niggas cell phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll bring the dope
And we gon' smoke we till the break of dawn
Trapped in this hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bon
And to that officer I know your stompin' ground here
But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round here
[Chorus x2]
[Crunchy Blac]
First I'm gonna catch the bitch
Then I'm gonna beat the bitch
Then I'm gonna bury bitch
Shouldn't of been talkin' shit
You knew who you was fuckin wit
Fuckin wit the fuckin best
She who you fuckin been
Now I'm aimin' at yo chest
This goes out to all of y'all
All of y'all be talkin' shit
Slip the clip up in the gun
Then commence to bust a nig
Bust a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin' you niggas fall
Screamin' out like a bitch
Mane that's just some petty shit
[Lord Infamous]
I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine I'll punch ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket launcher
Can you stand the pain, insane, bounty hunta
Stop long, see ya pulp, till ya unconscious
Throw you in the dumpsta, lord catch a conquer
Lord don't, pistol play jump up, if ya want ta
This is the unda, buried by yo momma
Not only do I murder mane I also am bomb ya
[Chorus x2]
[Juicy J]
Picture this, you a juror and you on the stand
And you about the judge the life of a black man
Young brotha from the hood made it rappin' and
Wit a knot in his pocket weighin least a grand
Here's the story he got caught wit some fire arms
By a crooked ass cop wit his siren awn
He was known as a felon made it bigga than state
The whole case turned fed made him lose his faith
Picture this, now the judge he got hatred for crooks
Because ten years ago he was appointed by bush
Republican white man, and he don't give a fuck
If the guns wasn't his that was found in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you trust
All this palm greasy shit, mane it's bigga than us
Make you wanna be like fuck it hit the trunk of the car
Deliberation it was time for the jury to star
Killa Klan [fade out]
Smoke Dat Weed lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Lord Infamous)
[Juicy J:]
Yeah, we high as a junt up in this motherfucker
I'm drinkin some fruit punch; thats belvedere vodka and cranberry juice
YouknowwhatI'msayin? The engineer high, everybody high
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Drank, Drank, drank that liquor
Pop them pills, snort that P
[x4]
Now I'mma go and do it like them white folk do
Get it from the dope man I.O.U
Call two snow bunnies, Tiff and Sue
Menage-Trois awww mane dats cool
What’s in the plastic? Hydro
The hoes that fuck smoke all my dope
Now you the type of nigga, buy a ho a rose
I'm a keep stuffin' coke up her hose
Colombian cartel, pure snow
And take her to the bounce and let her throw some bows
And let her sip syrup and make her body slow
Then take her to a room, make her suck and blow
They act a damn fool with that acid mane
And put it on they tongue then they go insane
I think its kinda wild, they be out the frame
But like the commercial, this is your brain on drugs
[eggs scrambling in background]
What you know about them pill thangs
Have ya runnin' round drinkin listerine
Doing bout a hundred cold switchin' lanes
Take a X pill then ya wanna bang
Get a little freak take her to your home
Stuck ya dick in with no rubber on
Three days later you be on the phone
Tellin' yo doctor "She Burnt Me Joe"
Thats what ya get unprotected sex
Then ya took a pill called percocet
It might keep you calm, but your still erect
Tequila shots keep you in the mix
I know a young nigga out in Hollywood
Who said he got sprung off Dog Food
He stuck a needle in his arm Ouchie-oooo
And then it made him feel like Awwww-cool
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Drank, Drank, drank that liquor
Pop them pills, snort that P
[x4]
[Lord Infamous:]
Scarecrow is the dictionary table of contents of drugs
If you describe it, I could tell you what the fuck it was
Now if you're itching, very drowsy, you feel very down
That must be heroin, I only sniff that Funkytown
The only marijuana that the Infamous will blow
Is Purple Kush and White Willow or I break down that dro
Lortabs and percocets, just before I get to bed
Break out the bag of blow and take about four to the head
Lord must have his medicine, plenty yellow purple syrup
Purest herb, very perved, feel superb, to the curb
Snotting up them railroad tracks, mack having a heart-attack
Take a Xanax, put it back, bitches bout to get attacked
Sometimes I may get down with the crystal methamphetamine
Niggas stay up early, I will strain my eyes on them high beams
Lord can't get it? Ain't no such thing of it, I stay high as fuck
Lord should take a piss test, I would melt right through the fucking cup
[Juicy J:]
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed
Drank, Drank, drank that liquor
Pop them pills, snort that P
[x4]
Buck Gangsta Beat lyrics - Juicy J
We here, we here
We here, we here
We here, we here
We here, we here
We here, we here
We here, we here
We here, we here
We here, we here
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Tryna, tryna (Blah), tryna, tryna (Blah)
Tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Move)
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Get bucked, yes sir
Fallin' weed up, nigga, fallin’ weed up
Fallin' weed up, nigga, fallin' weed up
Fallin’ weed up, nigga, fallin' weed up
Fallin' weed up, nigga, fallin' weed up
Fallin' weed up, nigga, fallin' weed up
Fallin' weed up, nigga, fallin' weed up
Fallin’ weed up, nigga, fallin’ weed up
Fallin' weed up, nigga, fallin’ weed up
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
Bi-bitch, get up off now
Bitch, get up off now
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
What set you, punk?
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Ooh, motherfucker, mo-mo-move, motherfucker
Mafia Niggaz lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Hypnotize Minds)
[Juicy J:]
Yea all these motherfuckers out here talkin' that motherfuckin' shit
Let me guess what you is my nigga, seeeeee!
[Repeat]
(Nigga we don't give a fuck 'cause we don't fuck with'cha kind)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Once we drop, see you on the block
We gon' open shop, with' them thangs that they call them cops
Click, click, click, click, POP!
Don't you step, with'cha weak ass self, yes I know you hard
Three 6 Mafia got this Memphis, Ten. on the, the, the, the LOCK!
Say you real, I can't tell you real, I'll put down a mil'
Talk that hit, mang I getcha mang, shoo-shoo-shoot to kill
And he trill, and he know the deal, always packin' steel
Buckin' hollows for yo' chest to swallow, fe-fe-fe-fe-feel
[Verse 2: La Chat]
Nigga what bitch? what ho? fucked ya up
Get up, throw it up, better duck, 'finna buck
Cause I'm, 'finna put this lead to 'ya
La Chat gon' have to do 'ya
You bitches talkin' shitt-a
I'm a have to bring it to ya
I'm strapped up with' them Rugers
So slick, I'm known to fool ya
Hollow tips is goin' through ya
A bitch that love to shoot ya
What ya talkin' bout boy? that hoe?
That's me, I breathe this set you bleed
I'm a bitch that don't start shit
But killin' off all my enemies
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
Here I go again bitch, loadin' up them guns
Lookin' out for my enemies, bitch now here I come
Ain't no fuckin' with me, ain't no fuckin' with some
Some of my niggas, bitch we totin' guns
Lock and fuckin' load up, bitch we takin' ova'
Bust him in his shoulda', let 'em know they ho to us
Shouldn't of ran that fuckin' lip, talkin' bout that Tre shit
Get'cha self dealt with', real motherfuckin' quick
[Verse 4: Frayser Boy]
Nigga let's do it, let's pursue it if you got beef with' me
Trigger molester, nigga test us, run up dogg you gon' see
Reppin' that bay, carry that K, and will let loose on you sucka's
I keep it cocked, you will get shot, I'll bury you motherfuckers
This shit I speak, you best to peep it, fo' you end up a victim
This shit is real, don't need to steal, cause these bullets, I sent 'em
They comin' at'cha, this I bet'cha, hypnotizin' yo mind
I'm known to buck, don't give a fuck, cause I don't fuck with'cha kind
[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
Now it's one thing I ain't gon do, and that's be playin' 'round with some ho's
Now it's one mo' thing I ain't gon do, and that's be hangin' round' with some foe's
I'm kickin yo' ho ass out this clique
Soon as I see yo' ass ain't shit
Punch the clock out, get yo' Glock out, we can handle this
I'm meaner than yo' regular but try to keep it cool at times
You started war with' the realest niggas, but now I'm 'bout to change yo' mind
Change yo' face, shoot at yo' place, blow you bitch into outer space
Let'chu know that T-R-I-P-L-E-S-I-X don't play
[Verse 6: Lord Infamous]
I gotta' do this shit exactly like I have it planned
I want you dead, I want you killed, yo' heart be stoppin' man
I got to spill your blood, I want to feel it in my hands
And put yo' family in body bags and drag 'em in my van
I'm gonna teach yo weak lil' bitch clique how to do a crime
I'm gonna steal, but shoot you weak fucks for a long time
That's consequences, reprocussions, fuck with' one of us
Your death is signed, sealed, delivered by the Infamous
[Verse 7: Juicy J]
Roll, roll, roll your dope, ridin' down the street
Choppin' up that goody-good, and smokin' hydro weed
All these sheisty coward niggas, they can't get with' me
Talkin' 'bout they pimpin', slangin', mayn nigga please
They mad because that Juicy J be on they Tele-V
And have they baby mama hollerin', cryin' on her knees
I tell ya this my nigga, that the hater pays a fee
You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp Juicy
(Nigga we don't give a fuck, cause we don't fuck with'cha kind.) [x4]
(We mafia niggaz, pullin' da triggas, do you wanna fuck with' these hot ass niggas?) [x4]
Name It After Me lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Frayser Boy)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Now I'm gonna tell you bout this flippin
When I ride down the strippin
Bentley rolls on these hoes
Couple months a nigga be flippin
And you always see me glistenin
Window down bumpin system
Some of these cowards out here hatin
Keep on hatin cause I aint finished
Just a nigga from the hood
Tryin to keep it to the good
Wit dem gangs run the street
And they push dem Cadillac woods
And dem fellas on parole
Tryin to keep them pockets swole
But we gotta trust dem gods
Neither one can save our soul
From these crooked ass cops
That'd be rollin down our block mane
Tryin to flip dis change
But they fuckin up my stock mane
Baby need sum shoes
And my broad need some weed
But I cant work no job
So I'm out hurr smokin weed
And I gotta keep on hustlin
Cause a nigga gotta eat
You can find me at the candy ladies
Slangin packs of P
Minimum wage five fifty
And they wonder why we deal
Why niggas always stressin
Drinkin liquor
poppin pills
[Chorus: Frayser Boy (Juicy J)]
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the fuck away from us, we dont fuck wit you ladies
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the fuck away from us, we dont fuck wit you ladies
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your fuckin face, hit this all off)
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your fuckin face, hit this all off)
[Verse 2: Frayser Boy]
Nigga I dont fuck witch you
Nigga u dont fuck with me
Dogg you talk behind my back
Just because the shit you see
Man you got yo bitch ways
Glocks up in ya just like a hoe
When you mention pimpin
Best believe it
My niggas let me know
All up in my niggas face
Got my name up in yo mouth
Dont make a nigga like me
Knock yo fuckin grill out
So you best chill out
Keep everythang on the straight
Dont be smilin in my face
And when I leave dogg you hate
When I see you man we sweet
Just before the shit go
Nigga I aint fuck yo bitch
So what the fuck you hatin fo
Ol shaky ass nigga
I aint bust a fuckin grape
Wanna throw sum fuckin bows
Nigga I'll participate
Leave the brakes off yo ass
Nigga you dont think I will
If you wanna keep some peace between us you better chill
Just because I dont talk shit
Doesnt mean I wont bust heads
So dont let nobody else
Tell me bout some shit you said hoe
[Chorus]
Gimme Sum lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Frayser Boy, La Chat)
[Chorus x8]
Gimme sum, Gimme sum
Head in here you selfish pig
[La Chat]
I'm creepin up through the cut
I got the mask upon my face
I hope no one's in sight
A robbery is about to take place
La Chat, I'm out here scopin
Lookin for victims with that cheese
Whatever to make that paper, drop it off so I can hit
A bitch that's on a come up, thinkin of a ways to make a stang
A nigga that's riding twenties, bumpin out the frame
Move, that's my mane, I take the mask off my face
I'm finna pass this fool, I know he's gonna try to holler
Cause that's just what niggas do
Then bam I got him, get in the car we goin to the tel
We get into the room he stuntin, counting all his money, yea he bail
This nigga don't know what's goin down, I'm finna go and get him
He need to drop it off with no hesitation, or I'm gonna kill him
Lay down on the bed we bump-n-grind, with nothin but sex in mind
I turn him over, get on top and surprise him with my nine
I ain't ask no questions, didn't say shit
Pull the trigger straight in the head, got away with his cheese
A smooth get away, he's naked dead in bed, yea
[Chorus x8]
[Frayser Boy]
Now when I'm comin through
I'm kickin doors off the hinges
Please believe it, best to leave it so won't be no incidents
If you wanna like a sauna nigga I'm bringin that heat
Don't you jump us, sawed pump will sweep your ass off your feet
Lay on the fuckin ground, and don't you make a sound
Or you gonna suffer till your muthafuckin body found
Nigga this shit is real, you oughta know the deal
Don't play with me cocksucka, with this pump up in your grill
So give me cooperation, and meet all my demands
With no hesitation, put that money up in my hand
Don't be flossin, bullets tossin when I see your diamond shinin
Catch your ass up in the cut, didn't know that I was behind it
I'm makin examples up out of you niggas
Who thinkin a nigga is playin wit ya
I'm buckin you suckas, I'm bringin da ruckus
I am a muthafuckin damager, don't make no swift moves
Cause you gonna lose, I give nigga blues with hard head
So don't you fuck up, and get your ass stuck
And be somewhere up in a ditch, found dead ya bitch
[Chorus x8]
Soldiers From The Northside lyrics - Juicy J
OG's OG's from the north side OG's from the north side OG's from the north side OG's from the north side OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's OG's from the north side ready to stop and cap a trick
OG's from the north side north side north side n-n-north side
We leavin' niggas on they motherfuckin' business
North side north side n-n-north side
We leavin' niggas on they motherfuckin' business
Dick Suckin' Hoez lyrics - Juicy J
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Now, though, I want you to— Now, though, I want you to—
Now, though, I— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I want you to go do it now
Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now— Now— Now, though, I want you to go—
Bring it for a— Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now, though, I want you to go do it now
Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now— Now— Now, though, I want you to go—
Bring it for a— Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now, though, I want— Now, though, I want— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I want— Now, though, I want— Now, though, I—
Bring it for a dollar— Bring it for a dollar— Bring it for a—
Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Now, though, I want you to— Now, though, I want you to—
Now, though, I— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I want you to go do it now
Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now— Now— Now, though, I want you to go—
Bring it for a— Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now, though, I want you to go do it now
Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now— Now— Now, though, I want you to go—
Bring it for a— Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Dick suckin' hoes, nut suckin' hoes
Hoes, hoes, they ain't nothin' but hoes
Now, though, I want— Now, though, I want— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I want— Now, though, I want— Now, though, I—
Bring it for a dollar, bring it for a dollar, bring it for a—
Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now, though, I want— Now, though, I want— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I want— Now, though, I want— Now, though, I—
Bring it for a dollar, bring it for a dollar, bring it for a—
Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now, though, I want you to— Now, though, I want you to—
Now, though, I— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I— Now, though, I—
Now, though, I want you to go do it now
Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now— Now— Now, though, I want you to go—
Bring it for a— Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now, though, I want you to go do it now
Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
Now— Now— Now, though, I want you to go—
Bring it for a— Bring it— Bring it for a dollar, got the whites in my mouth
A Man (Remix) lyrics - Juicy J
[Juicy J:]
I'm untouchable nigga and I'm never gon' leave
None of my niggas behind, I'ma bring 'em with me
Draco sitting in the book bag
None of my niggas gotta cook crack
All my niggas litty and my bitch something to look at
Niggas hating too much
I come through I'm too clutch
A man, a man, a man all this blessings all this new love
Nigga that bounces back, they can't handle that
I got my own shooter ain't no comin' back from that
I could never fold, why would I surrender?
I got options nigga, you just a imposter nigga
You should pay attention, look at how I'm livin'
I can go spend seven figures and I wouldn't miss it
I'm just sucker free
She just love the D
She know I'm that nigga
That's all she know 'bout me
She know I keep the heater, right there on the seat
You should listen to her when she say don't fuck with me
A man
[Travis Scott:]
People tryna say I'm only into me
Got a code with my dawgs, can't get in between
I can't give them life, no more energy
Man, man, a man
Spent 'bout sixty on the time, I can't even lie
No way in, no way out, this shit do or die
So I roll, when I roll, must be suicide
A man, man, man (yeah!)
A Tale Of 2 Citiez Freestyle lyrics - Juicy J
You been watching this nigga waiting on him to slip
Just wanna make the light my nigga
In the building why you creeping in the black crow
Pull up to the curve my nigga
He been out here bomming and his family broke as shit
You think he give a fuck my nigga
Look in there had a nigga down the barrel of your gun
Now look into his eyes my nigga
Will he die, will her live
Will he beg like a bitch
Or will he testify my nigga
Will the clip jam
Guess this nigga hold it
Who go catch it first
Somebody bout to die my nigga
Fingers itching, gripping on that cap
Think am run the chains on his neck
Jesus face with the diamonds
Ice in his mouth
Fuck that nigga smile
Cause he know if you don't let the choppers fly
We know somebody go kill him on the other side
He know somebody waiting all up in his mamma house
He know somebody fucking his baby mamma now
It's time for the come up
Nigga this it
Got 19-15 in the clip
It's up to you and God my nigga
Another day, another dollar
He's spitting on the car my nigga
Living fast fuck the law
You ain't worry bout the cops my nigga
Your last hoe call you a fag
You thought to get a job my nigga
You just bough a new bird
The last one was hot my nigga
Everyone showing love in the streets
You will hustle everyday
Everybody knows that you the claw
You that nigga that they wanna be
But somebody waiting on you my nigga
Don't sleep
It's a black bag with a black mag
In the black crown feat
Creeping on you
But you don't give a fuck when you out in these streets
Dollars in you chain nigga your the hoods dream
Hit the corner store for some lic
See you nigga in the rear view
You close your eyes when you about to die
One of these nigga's sound like you
Army Green & Navy Blue lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Lil Wayne:]
That's my chains nigga, you hear 'em swangin'
Your left, your right, your left
All in your bitch face, I'ma be fuckin' her
Your left, your right, your left
But I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Your left, your right, your left
Your left, your right, your left
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Man I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
[Juicy J:]
Me and Ben Franklin cool
Yeah that's my dude
Been on him since lil faces
I got big faces too
Might bring tex back
That's how we move
My baby bro got stripes
More stripes than you
Everything bulletproof
And all you can't see through
Everything presidential
And that cost me too
When you go hard in Goyard
That's a new Mercedes coupe
Oh that's your bitch?
She been fucking me too
Your left, your right, your left
All my old hoes been in line since I left
We out the hood, we made it through
Drink good, we're faded too
My bankroll a lot of colors
But you know my favorite two
[Lil Wayne:]
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Your left, your right, your left
Your left, your right, your left
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Man I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Tell me something I don't know
Tell me something I don't know
Tell me something I don't know
You know I know you don't know
So help me to help you, help me to help you
'Cause all my niggas crazy and I stick with 'em
I must be crazy glue
Niggas thought I fell off, they must be crazy too
You get knocked the hell off
I must be Satan too
Ooh girl I love you so, and I preach not to love you hoes
But I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
[Juicy J:]
Getting paper so long
And the paper so long
Tell them haters so long
Tell 'em they was so wrong
You be with them niggas hating
Nigga you a hater too
Nigga better get some bitches
While you at it get some paper too
Ride with the doors off
Pour up, never doze off
Just met her for the first time
She wanna take the clothes off
She been going all night
She say she love to show off
She fuck with me 'cause I'm hard
She say them niggas so soft
[Lil Wayne:]
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
Your left, your right, your left
Your left, your right, your left
Army green and navy blue
Army green and navy blue
Man I really love the paper too
That army green and navy blue
[Juicy J:]
We love the paper man
Army green and navy blue
Y'all know what it is man
We gon' stay man, gettin' this motherfuckin' cash nigga
Bitch, yeah
Ballin lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Kanye West)
Play me some pimpin', mane
And I'm ballin', I'm, I'm, and I'm ballin', I
And I'm ballin', and I'm ballin'
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
Let 'em all in
Let them fall in it
Let them play with all the dollars
Let them bathe in it
House so large, put a maze in it
I'm the type that take your chick out for lunch
In the middle of the White House lawn
Then switch up, start filming porn
Might tell the First Lady she can join
Do what I want when I want
Nigga you can keep them two pennies
I got a tub so big you can come and take swimmin' lessons in it
Now I'm peelin' off in a spaceship, with the ceiling
She just want to show her titties off
Carpet roll out, wanna hop off
Bout to hit the club like golf balls
Paparazzi tryna catch a nigga off guard
Nigga got me off the chain like guard dogs
Come on, dog
I'm too high, hot air balloon
All star, I'm on another planet
I just joined the fortune five hundred
Now I'm in the boardroom in pajamas
And I'm ballin', I'm, I'm, and I'm ballin', I
And I'm ballin', and I'm ballin'
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin'
When you're boss you don't take shit, you don't call in
So fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin
Folks ain't never gonna get it, I've been holding out long enough
Scratch that, now I'm on to somethin'
Fuck that, I ain't letting up
Cats gonna copy this shit
They gonna wanna hold my awards
Poor lil' Juicy J, this year I'm declaring war
Fuck they upset with me for?
Shut up J and be a decoy
Who the fuck they thinkin' we are?
M-Town ride smokin' blunts
We up, keep up, my chips, cheese puffs
That's real dope
See us Gd up, money talks, speak up
Sleep, what for?
I get some rest when I croak
I want a new island to dock my new boat
I went to the action and bought me a chopper
Now I need a new helipad for my home
And I'm ballin', I'm, I'm, and I'm ballin', I
And I'm ballin', and I'm ballin'
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', off the glass
And I'm ballin', and one
And I'm ballin', blow the whistle
Bandz A Make Her Dance (Remix) lyrics - Juicy J (feat. French Montana, Wiz Khalifa, B.o.B & LoLa Monroe)
[Intro: Lil Wayne sample]
Remix baaaby!
[Chorus 2X: Juicy J]
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
All these chicks poppin' pussies, I'm just poppin' bands
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
[French Montana]
(MONTANA!)
Bands a make her dance, 20's make her glance
50's make her flip, 100's make her give me head (head)
Cheeks clappin' (clappin'), she don't use no hands (hands)
All this pussy poppin' (poppin'), I'm just poppin' bands (bands)
I just pay the mortgage (mortgage), I just pay the note (note)
Hurricane Katrina (Katrina), bitch you need a boat (boat)
Bitch you need to float, show me what your twerkin' with
20 bottles, 30 models, 40 burners, bitch!
[Lola Monroe]
She like what the fuck is a dollar bill, ass pound like impolo wheels
3 wheel motion, grip and grain, fuck the motion just get the change
I don't know what you thinking man, I take your money and get the brain
Them other bitches ain't build the same, he say you can't be real who built your frame
Ever seen a stripper got right, left, make it really wanna go pipe, that
But you ain't really gonna like, that, she fuck your brain, no mic, check
Money (money), bet you brake it off
You see that ass, you see that cash, bet she take it off like..
[Chorus - 1X]
[Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, nigga...
Taylor Gang... Juicy, you a legend, nigga
Hahahahah...
Uhh, I brought some bands so won't you dance, throw a stack on 2 hands
Another stack now that's 2 bands, bought a friend now that's 2 fans
Gettin' trippy now that's 2 Xans, double that now that's 4 bands
Juicy J he got more bands, trappin' hard like Snowman
Smokin' loud another grown man
Been gettin' money since a young nigga, but they respect me now couse I'm a grown man (ooh)
Condo by the ocean, forgot my watch now that's a Rolex
Hit the strip club, and spend more bread, and spill champenge on her for head (Yeah ho)
Smokin' and sippin, I'm talkin' that rich shit hoppin' that broke niggas listen
Shorty keep poppin' it strippin I got to reach in to my pockets keep tippin
Seen her with the team, that's my bands chick
Got rich off the internet so it's safe to say that's my band width
Tahahaha... Uhh
[Chorus - 1X]
[B.o.B]
Uh, bands a make her dance, it'll make that ass go hammer,
It'll get her heels high for the sky, it'll make the 2 lips kiss the floor when she land (Damn)
That outta do it, if I'm with a bitch then she probetly hood
Gin on the rocks gone off the kush, gone off the bean,cshe in Mollywood
She dance for my bands like it's homecoming, she ain't working gettin' money, she at home cummin'
I state the facts, I brake her back if I drop a grip like it's snow money
I see broke niggas watching, cause they ain't got no paint
It's a lot of niggas saving hoes but Bobby Ray can't
I say whats going broke can y'all reminds us, lost in the money can't y'all finds us
Tosh and Nicole sliddin' on a pole, booty going dumb like Alzheimer
I say what's going broke please y'all remind us, self made niggas no co-sign us
Tosh and Nicole sliddin' down a pole, booty going dumb like Alzheimer
[Chorus - 1X]
[Juicy J]
Bank teller, bad bitches, paid niggas, they love me
Stripper hoes, married women, I be whether the bubby
Met a girl named Porsche, with a style ass like a horse
In V.I.P, at KOD, I'm gettin' oral intercourse
Twerking for bandz, I be on Xan, she gon' keep poppin' them racks on your hands
Juicy stay making it rain in the club, and I ain't leaving 'til that bitch flood
Rollin' like it's nothin', and I don't give a damn
I would say no to ratchet pussy but I just don't think I can
In the streets with a stripper sipping lean and tweakin', pop molly and that ass 'bout to get freaky
Gotta get some brain man and see what she thinkin', shawty don't spit, she like to keep it
White girls on that ox, and I'm on Bombay in that KK
Got major brain like Mitt Romney, fuck makin' it rain a tsunami
Bandz a make her dance [echoes]
Beautiful Ones lyrics - Juicy J
Uh huh
Ya boy Juicy J
Yo, I had to make this song for the beautiful ones
Cause it seem like all the time
The beautiful ones be the most thirsty
This is for the thoooooots
Thirsty ass hoes on me
This is for the thoooooots
Thirsty ass hoes on me
This is for the thoooooots (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)
Thirsty ass hoes on me (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)
This is for the thoooooots (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)
Thirsty ass hoes on me (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)
Look at her bank account, shawty ain't got a dime
She only get out of bed so she can twerk on vine
Time to go get some money baby, don't care if you're popular
She think she a model cause she got 3000 followers
But that don't pay yo bills
That won't feed yo kids
In the club every night, you think that's where she lives
Leave the kids with her mama, while she go around the corner
She gon buss it wide open then come home without a token
Got her legs wide open, got yo nose wide open
Tryin'a come from like she something, homeboy you must be jokin
She not worth it, she been up and down the block
Lil shawty ain't a wifey, now that's what'cha call a THOT
This is for the thoooooots
Thirsty ass hoes on me
This is for the thoooooots
Thirsty ass hoes on me
This is for the thoooooots (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)
Thirsty ass hoes on me (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)
This is for the thoooooots (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)
Thirsty ass hoes on me (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)
She a freak, so you know she got some freak friends
Need a babysitter every single weekend
I know you know the type
So caught up in the hype
Want a man that got his own, meanwhile they sharin tights
They at all the after parties, fuckin all the bald playas
Girl them pussy walls dead, you gon need a pall burial
But them niggas be thirsty, they be gassin you up
All them real niggas lookin at you laughin it up
I hope you wrappin it up, give that pussy a break
All them niggas you fuckin, you never been on a date!?
Baby you know who you are, it's written all over your face
Take a look in the mirror, point the finger and say
This is for the thoooooots
Thirsty ass hoes on me
This is for the thoooooots
Thirsty ass hoes on me
This is for the thoooooots (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)
Thirsty ass hoes on me (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)
This is for the thoooooots (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)
Thirsty ass hoes on me (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)
The beautiful ones
I'ma toast up right now
I got some champagne
I'ma toast up for all the beautiful ones
Cause those the real thirsty ones
So my nigga, make sure you wrap it up
And don't give these freaks all yo money
Cause they gon take it...
And spend it with another nigga
Let's go!
Blow Out lyrics - Juicy J
That's cash, nigga, I got bundles of it
You don't like it, but these bitches love it
If money ain't the topic, no discussion
I'mma need you broke niggas to change the subject
Niggas mad cause they see me stuntin'
Bet you hide when you see an OG coming
Catch me in the whip that I do about 200
In a whole month like I'm TV Johnny
Homie, I've been doing this shit, I'm a vet in this
Shit, you little niggas need to catch up
That Ferrari out there so fast it can fly
So sick it need a check up
Niggas went down when the chips wasn't low
Now they think I owe them something
Same niggas who was talking down on me
Want me to throw 'em something
Motherfucker, I walk up in the club then show out
Po' more out, you tripping if you bring your ho out
I throw dough out
Ain't nothing changed but my change and my chains and I'm ballin'
Numbers on the board, look like a blow out
Came this far all on my own
Hit after hit, now I'm in my zone
Bitch, I topped the charts [?]
Now the Billboard's my second home (ballin')
Blow out - ballin' [8x]
Just bought a cemetery (blow out- ballin')
They killing niggas all day (blow out- ballin')
Just put a million on the Lakers (blow out- ballin')
And I ain't ever at the games (blow out- ballin')
Smoking weed with a politician (blow out- ballin')
The nigga wearing my chains (blow out- ballin')
We go to dinner every night, celebrate (blow out- ballin')
Tip a hundred racks to the waitress (blow out- ballin')
Living in the clouds, but I still see clear
Motherfuckers hate the fact that we still here
I tour all year, if it's cash then I'm all ear
Same team, different state, feeling like my peers
I'm the star here, making toast, burning bread, nigga
My new gold chain exciting the feds, nigga
Got it on my own, never had to beg, nigga
Now everything Louie, Gucci in the mass, nigga
Still rolling up fresh out of the pound, nigga
Fly in your bitch then hit the town with her
You know Juicy the type to po' up, roll up a swisher then I get her high
Ain't no coming down, nigga, hash all in my rillo
My eyes in the red zone, but nah I ain't touchdown
Hoes used to flex on me
Now they do anything just to get me to cuff now
Only rock the finest shit
Closet filled with designer shit
All this ice in my rollie
I can't even see what time it is
I be thumbing through a check, bruh
Watch the Louie V store on Rodeo get shut down
Hit you niggas with the tech, bruh
Taking shots from the free throw line, but it ain't no fouls (ballin')
Blow out - ballin' [8x]
I'm allergic to these broke niggas (blow out- ballin')
So I went and bought a plane (blow out- ballin')
Duffle with Columbians (blow out- ballin')
While you niggas cutting cake (blow out- ballin')
I'm Russia buying diamonds (blow out- ballin')
While you niggas buying chains (blow out- ballin')
Your wife say "Juicy, when y'all fucking?" (blow out- ballin')
Get used to my name (blow out- ballin')
Your wife say "Juicy, when y'all fucking?"
Get used to my name
Boat Load lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Machine Gun Kelly)
Inhale, sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale
Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale
Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale
Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale
Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale
Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale
Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, let's go
Yeah nigger, yeah nigger, I don't read up
Got a fresh boat load but they loused up, took me above
Got me high as fuck, made a paranoid
I got my forty tucks, smoking and talking and kushing
Looking for pussy, there's gushy, hitting the switches with bitches
Living and join my riches
Niggers can't get with this pimping, straight born and raised out of Memphis
Runs... Dennis, rowing and get what I...
Smoking on that medical, high up on a pedestal
Blowing on that green love, feeling so incredible
Smoking get me high, but I be higher off them edibles
Still riding dirty but I'm dodging all the federals
Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale
Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale
Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale
Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale
Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale
Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, let's go
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve O
I'm a wild boy, fuck a eight time need o
28 grams that allow to that, matter of fact naked I pounded that
Get a double... with sour diesel and lemon g that's how is that
I'm in the gang but my og's kush
Blow that loud, makes me shush
23 jays and a red bow, call me Michael Jordan, mister swush, mister swush, mister swush
Don't shit ask,.. that tush, this right here is my bad
A purple man wanna go down that bush
Everyday... to see for me
Everybody's telling... but no the tree
So Santa Clause I got special cookies for him when he comes down my chimney
I got much to tear, much in there, nothing return means my frigider
I'm the... shepherd as much is shit, smoke everything fuck the air, inhale
Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale
Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale
Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale
Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale
Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale
Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, let's go.
Built lyrics - Juicy J & YKOM
[Juicy J:]
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, ridin' spinners, they don't stop
Niggas ain't built like that
Fall through SoHo House, you don't know none' 'bout that
Bought my mama a house, show my love like that
Black card don't max out, Rich Homie Quan, I flex
Bond my niggas out, you niggas ain't built like that
Blessin' gon' come right back, you niggas ain't real like that
In the big body sittin' in the back, you niggas just hear about that
Spend the money, get it right back, yeah, I be in the field like that
Run off, don't come back, you might get killed like that
I got stripes, like Off-White, got that Saint Laurent
LV shades, on my face, you can't see my eyes
I'm at Diddy's house, drinkin' straight Ciroc
Neiman Marcus, run through bargains, fuck my money up
Met this bitch, her ass is perfect, stored her name as Buns
Hit her once and eject her just like they did LeBron
Don't look like she from Colombia, I don't wanna fuck
I just stay down with that shit and now my numbers up
I know for a fact, niggas ain't built like that
Invest in myself, I can make a mil like that
I can see you chasin' that clout, should've took a whole 'nother route
She sleep with it in her mouth, something you don't know none' 'bout
Fall through SoHo House, you don't know none' 'bout that
Bought my mama a house, show my love like that
Black card don't max out, Rich Homie Quan, I flex
Bond my niggas out, you niggas ain't built like that
Blessin' gon' come right back, you niggas ain't real like that
In the big body sittin' in the back, you niggas just hear about that
Spend the money, get it right back, yeah, I be in the field like that
Run off, don't come back, you might get killed like that
[YKOM:]
Yo, fall through SoHo House
Yeah I pull up like that
The big body and it's matte black
You niggas can't get like that
I guess I be killing another league
Think he better, he smokin' a different weed
I'm the king and there can't be no in-between
Keep on talking, that money gon' intervene
Pull up with a new bitch, the new coupe came with the stick
I got the whole squad gettin' hit, and we in LV gettin' lit
I learned not to fuck with them better hoes
Leave the dealer and go cop another Rolls
More face on me, and you know it's real
They gon' hate on the boss, 'cause niggas is soft like that
And I'll break you off like that
Keep on asking the cost when business involved, and niggas get paused like that
Put it in they face, just to see these bitches chase
I've been running up a pace, flowers in the vase
Never nice with the case, and these niggas in the way
But they'll be okay
[Juicy J:]
Fall through SoHo House, you don't know none' 'bout that
Bought my mama a house, show my love like that
Black card don't max out, Rich Homie Quan, I flex
Bond my niggas out, you niggas ain't built like that
Blessin' gon' come right back, you niggas ain't real like that
In the big body sittin' in the back, you niggas just hear about that
Spend the money, get it right back, yeah, I be in the field like that
Run off, don't come back, you might get killed like that
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they rollin'
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they rollin'
Butterfly Effect (Remix) lyrics - Juicy J
Hey Mike
Yeah what up?
Turn the microphone up just a little bit
This one of my favourite song right here
Had to remix this
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
For this life, I cannot change (Yeah hoe!)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M's, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change (Yeah hoe!)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (Mafia!)
Drop the top (Mafia), pop it, let it bang
I said it can't fuck with the legacy not at all
Niggas say they finna re-up I done spent that in the mall
Even though imma stand up got niggas wanna see me fall
Like I had them niggas come collect a nigga all I gotta do is make a call
I know some bitches that be getting to it and they trap harder than y'all
Makin' summertime in the wintertime cause I know I'm hotter than 'em all
Put a hit out like the mob
Feed niggas to my dawgs
Y'all fucking' with the pigs?
Nigga we just ball hard
I can't even look at you now cause you so fake I'm appalled
Y'all making them statements so them cases gettin' sold
Gotta stay the fuck away from y'all
Y'all gettin' too involved
I know some niggas throwing rakes up, I know some niggas reppin' finball
I know some niggas puttin' cake up, I know some niggas that'd spend it all
I know some niggas that done changed up, some stay the same through it all
When [?] was locked up I wrote a letter to him told him we gone get it all
I ain't had nobody playing it nice it was just me and Paul (Mafia!)
For this life, I cannot change (Yeah hoe!)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M's, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change (Yeah hoe!)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Yeah yeah)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang
Cali High lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Project Pat)
Man I'm geeked up. Love these cali drugs so much smoke you cant see in this mother fucker.
Mayne hey lets get up out this jump.
All this smoke gon out this car.
I'm in luv with the cali drugs, like the cali bud, I got some weed strips you should try you some.
Pop a pill bruh, nah forreal though.
I'm just trying to get you high [X a few]
What you know about being cali high? [x3]
I'm just trying to get you high
[Juicy J]
I'm so high that it got a nigga nervous.
I'm so drunk that it gotta nigga swerving.
Sweatin so hard that a nigga barely breathin.
All in the slow lane but a nigga speedin inhalin so much cali kush try my best to stay warm.
window fogged up Cadillac full of smoke.
I Got dui so I know I cant get pulled over.
No, I'm bullshitting man I shoulda got a chauffer.
Nigga just high, ridin late night, 5 in the morning idda call daylight,
the bitch finna trill, but I don’t give a fuck, I might hit her with this dick, and shut her ass up.
I'm in luv with the cali drugs, like the cali bud, I got some weed strips you should try you some.
Pop a pill bruh, nah forreal though.
I'm just trying to get you high [X a few]
[Project Pat]
What you know about that medical purp with them red hairs in the medicine jar with chunks of purple weed stuff.
Break it down in my hands and it gets reall crumbly, sell it back in Memphis then my pockets real jumbly.
Permanently inhalin kush smoke, blow it out my nose.
Didn’t feel like rose look, bullshit pop tha more, throwin dope at the stripper ho, show her good love, weed smoking goin on plus we blows in the club.
Pink lady maybe or blue dolphins, got them strippers at the room, and we is tossin.
Blunt in my mouth, white hairs full of balls in, pull it out her mouth rub her own strokin balls in.
I'm in luv with the cali drugs, like the cali bud, I got some weed strips you should try you some.
Pop a pill bruh, nah forreal though.
I'm just trying to get you high [X3]
[Repeat until end]
Everywhere We Go lyrics - Bun B, Juicy J & Project Pat (feat. Cory Mo & Pimp C)
[Pimp C:]
Everywhere we go (Cory Mo), we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)
Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about (Yeah, let's get it; Yeah, ho)
[Juicy J:]
I heard you stompin' in these streets, your ribs is touchin'
Niggas too lazy to grind, they think they just gon' get lucky
We don't do no handouts where I'm from, we out here hustlin'
If a nigga don't wanna get out here and get no money, I can't trust 'em
No favors in my budget, that's over with, no bluffin' 'bout my poker chips
Just because you knew me when I was broke don't mean I owe you shit
I'm in this bitch just like big bil', a check, I'm still callin' plays
You type of nigga that search my name on Google to see how much I make
You're not who you really say you is, you a character
Please, go take that monkey jewelry off, it's embarrassing
They don't fuck with Juicy J, okay, it ain't no pressure
'Cause I'm still gon' keep it P, let Peter Piper picked the pepper, bitch
[Pimp C:]
Everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)
Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about, what this about (Yeah, ho)
Everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)
Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about, what this about (Yeah, ho)
[Bun B:]
Now everyday all I see is hatin' all around me
So it's downing, they talkin' down, tryna clown me
Best to leave me alone and they gon' have to leave me where they found me
Best you put it up before I put you down me
We're not the same, we ain't even in the same zip code
Busta, I will bust mode and around when I'm in flip mode
You know that I'm dripped out, you know that I get dough
You know I'm the boss, so step aside before I explode
Dirty South legend out, size is eighty-seven
If you cross me and my brethren, the outcome won't be pleasant
You gon' have to call a reverend and tell him find the pot for you
When I finish givin' you and your crew what I got for you, bitch
[Pimp C:]
Everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)
Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about, what this about (Yeah, ho)
Everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)
Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about, what this about (Pattah; (Yeah, ho)
[Project Pat:]
We ain't cut from the same cloth (Nah, nah)
I can leave my chains off (Uh-huh)
I ain't even in you mark, used to be a game boss (Oh, oh)
We ain't got the same flaws
You do donuts in that bitch (Skrrt)
I'm purchasin' private jets
In my earring, neck, baguettes
Project Pat gon' get respect
Hennessey, Tennessee
What you reap is what you sow
That's why you gon' give me me
Eyeballin' my plate, mane
That's gon' have your pockets low
Reachin' for what's on it, dog
That's gon' make that rocket blow
I'm the king like pharoah
I got shooters on payroll
They do just like I say so
You wanna play, this ain't Play-Doh
When I was in the street, I would never kiss and tell
Done my taxes MCI, I did time with the cartel
[Pimp C:]
Everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)
Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about, what this about (Yeah, ho)
Everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)
Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)
It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about, what this about (Yeah, ho)
[Juicy J:]
Please, go take that monkey jewelry off, it's embarrassing (Yeah, ho, yeah ho)
Please, go take that monkey jewelry off, it's embarrassing (Yeah, ho)
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