Hustle Till I Die lyrics - Juicy J (feat. V-Slash)
Friday night ended a sixteen-month long investigation into a complex drug and money laundering case
Federal agents say Memphis is a hub for major drug activity
Cooperating together, federal, state, and local agents are working hard
To stop the flow of drugs pouring into our community
In a multi-agency effort dubbed Operation Jetta
Which landed 12 people in jail facing federal charges
For their involvement in a comprehensive drug and money laundering conspiracy
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
Cause niggas be plottin' on me, fakin' like they my homie
Realest nigga in the game, from the hood I ain't phony
Choppas on the front seat, choppas on the back seat
Goons in the back seat, blowin' blunts of purple weed
Liquor on my breath, so I gotta relieve the stress
Cause these feds on my ass, and these jackers wanna test
Man I flood up the streets, show some love on some bricks
Couple of quarters of that mid weed, you can have it
We goin re-up, re-up, I gotta get this weed up
Nigga I got the best shit, so now I take my fees up
Patrón in my system, I'm high off that tequila
Celebrate all day, cause I just made a million
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle till I die
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
I'ma hustle, I'ma hustle
(Yes sir, V-Slash! Let's go!)
They ask me what's my point of hustling
I tell a nigga like this here
I'm single, no kids, I ain't struggling
Plus I came from a dead end
Where you had to do something
Sell weed, rob some blow or get up off the hit
Find you something better to do
Cause if you ain't getting no money
I can't see myself hanging 'round you
I'm a hustler, I transport those manufactured goods
Do a 100 on the road, just to make it to the hood
I don't sleep, I don't stop
Plus my heat stay cocked
I shoot, I pop
Until yo stupid ass drop
I can't cop, I'm like fuck it
I don't need bum weed
Just keep some on my book
Till I get up outta there
I'ma hustle till I die
30 Inches lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Gucci Mane & Project Pat)
[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin mayn
Yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
[Sample + Hook:]
Ballin, ballin babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
Ballin, ballin babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
Ballin, ballin babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
I said you're everything... I ever hoped fooor
In a womaaan
30 inches on the Chevrolet!
30-30 inches on the Chevrolet!
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Comin from the hood, the D-boys
Lot of superstars
Ridin 30 inches on a bucket or a new car
So flingy-flingy, so flingy
So blingy-blingy, so blingy
You see me-see me, you see me
The girls clingy, they clingy
They wanna ride with the Juice Mayn
Mister bang-bang
Ballin down the old common lane, in a Chevy thang
My car is like my wifey so I treat her with the skeeter-skeeter
Rubbers worn out, you can tell by the marriage meter
Betty-Betty McBetty, the name of my new Chevy
She snow-snow whiz-ite, the color of fish scaleys
She gotta-gotta get washed
So clean-clean, no spots
She mine til' she break down, and then I gotta tiz-oss
[Sample + Hook]
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Girl, girl, girl
Girl please, Chevy so high, baby do you see the trees? (Huh, huh)
Crawlin down the block, dirty shine like skeez (Huh)
Blue so sweet, Gucci Mane can roll weed (Weed)
'71 Caprice taller than my Humvee (Vee)
Fine redbone, best friend, back seat (Huh)
And now we double datin, I make 'em both date me (Me)
30 inches shinin to make you haters hate me (Huh)
Used to love my date, everybody love king (What)
Flashback, triple-gold D's, seventeens (Seventeens)
Niggas on the scene, I was just fifteen
Big car, big rims, I'm mounting
Oh somethin clean, somethin y'all might see
[Sample + Hook]
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Ya boy Project Pat, awww
28 inches, aww yeah, you sittin high boo
Not a woman out here on the streets can deny you
You my boo, so I gotta keeps you lookin good
Jumped into the white leather guts, with the cherry wood
When I flex, like havin sex on a porno flic
Bought some new shoes, all chrome cause I gotta flex
Know you love Jolly-Rancher candy, I did that
I ball hard, I'm a ghetto star, we in traffic
My car is bi-sexual cause she's a ho puller
Bring that gal to daddy, baby we'a gon' do her
You da only woman that a nigga made a murk for
Blow ya like moms, I'll go out like a kick-doe
[Sample + Hook]
Fiyayaya Weed lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Project Pat)
[Intro: Female vocalist]
Step up here, in the club
All eyes all over me
Aww, lookie here
The boys who got that fiyayaya weed
[Hook: Female vocalist]
Got that fiyayaya weed
Fiya-fiyayaya weed
Got that fiyayaya weed
Fiya-fiyayaya weed
Got that fiyayaya weed
Fiya-fiyayaya weed
Got that fiyayaya weed
Fiya-fiyayaya weed
[Verse 1, Juicy J (Coughing/rapping)]
I got that (O-G Kush)
Tryina get this money, man I'm on my grind, the (Mo' we push)
Gotta stack that cheese, I'm sprung on trees, my (Habit is strong)
Just workin through the day, so I can't even blaze, so it's (All night long)
I don't trust myself, when I'm by myself, I'm a (Pimp my cash)
Like in a convo short, when they choke, dro cough, like (Pimps turned glam)
Or when I'm in the M, pass it down to a friend, you gon' (Push somethin good)
Cause I got it from Khaled, passed out in the ally
I done took two pills from a hooker named Sally
With a big brown ass and a face like Halley
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
North Memphis...
I'm swag to death, I'm fresh to life, ho
Suck weed smoke outta blunts like lipo-suction
I don't need no introduction
West Coast plug got me back in production
Fiyayaya weed, all buzz and not no seeds
True hustlas from the hood
Always on us, keep some trees
Breath cologne and I smell that kush
Gotta nigga on blast so they swear I push
That Northern Cali sell like heroin
Two p's for the eight g's, I'm tearin up
Package is open, I'm plain outta boat and
Blunts for the cloakin, now we smokin
A candy coating on my Charger
Light the blunt, let's ride my Charger
[Hook x2]
North Memphis Like Me lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Project Pat & V Slash)
[Hook - Juicy J 2x]
You ain't hood
You ain't gangsta
You ain't tough
You ain't street
You ain't North-North-North-North Memphis like me
You ain't ballin'
You ain't swaggin'
You ain't bangin'
You ain't street
You ain't North-North-North-North Memphis like me
[Juicy J]
We got them goons on deck, them choppas on deck
Don't violate these mafia niggas with them ho-threats
We deep off in the club, you know we smell like weed
You know we're dealing cash, you know we're selling D
You see us drankin' Goose, you see us gettin' loose
You know we ain't no cowards, you know that we'll shoot
We see you looking scared, we feel you bout to leave
You reaching in your pockets, you rambling for your keys
Somebody saw a strap, this bitch started to holla
I mugged her in her face, I hit you with a bottle
Now here come your goons, all you hear is boom
When the smoke clears, nothing but bodies in the room
[Hook - Juicy J 2x]
You ain't hood
You ain't gangsta
You ain't tough
You ain't street
You ain't North-North-North-North Memphis like me
You ain't ballin'
You ain't swaggin'
You ain't bangin'
You ain't street
You ain't North-North-North-North Memphis like me
[V Slash]
You ain't tough you ain't street
How the fuck your ass hood?
I'm gangsta you ain't—
Let's get that understood
I was raised in the projects
And these niggas know that
Seven-Fo' tatted cross my chest till they blow
You ain't Nor-or-or-orth-orth Memphis like me
You ain't from the short end of hyde park like me
You ain't keep it real with your niggas, dawg, quit flaugin'
Cause nigga if you do, they will be out here starvin'
You don't fuck with Juicy 'n' Paul, and Pat like me
You ain't one to whoop that-cook that crack, nigga, like me
You ain't toss your main bitch with your clique—you a ho
Plus a character, an amateur now put that on the wall
[Hook - Juicy J 2x]
You ain't hood
You ain't gangsta
You ain't tough
You ain't street
You ain't North-North-North-North Memphis like me
You ain't ballin'
You ain't swaggin'
You ain't bangin'
You ain't street
You ain't North-North-North-North Memphis like me
[Break - Juicy J]
North Memphis... North Memphis...
[Project Pat]
Knockin' niggas' jaws
Runnin' hoes into walls
Niggas' yelling "North, North"
All you screamin' "North, North"
The first to throw a blow
Always strapped with pistol
I'll murk one of you bastards
Don't get on that list, ho
You turned stay witness, witness how my wrist glow
I Escalade on twenty-fo's
Shows, I gets dough
They thought that was rosé, but that's really Cris, though
Don't get shot off your face, for runnin' your lips, ho
Fake niggas—Hyde Park keep them pistol grips row
You gang-bangin' hustlers just like Bloods and Crips, though
But this ain't killa Cali, but a killing's understood
If you ain't from North Memphis, then you ain't from my hood
My Niggaz lyrics - Juicy J
[Hook:]
My niggas...
Wherever I go, they goin' go
My niggas...
If a hater get wrong, we goin' beat that boy
[Verse 1:]
Ski mask, black clothes is the work suit
40 Glocks, AKs is the work tools
Niggas slick dissin' hating, really wanna be me
Cuz I'm the realest in the game, bitch come see me
You niggas kills me on the "powder get you hyper,"
You drink that liquor then turn into the ultimate fighter
I got some young niggas that'll bend your fucking brains in
Some stupid dumb nigga wild'n out the frame man
I'm at the club with my thugs doing a rain dance
We throw up signs in the air, cuz it's gangland
We in the V.I.P. vodka drankin'
Diamonds shining eyes blinding big ring-n
[Hook:]
[Verse 2:]
I bought a old school and put brains on the bitch
[?] thangs on the bitch
Nigga I'm the man, I'm the same with the whips
Your baby mama love me, she go ham on the dick
You better play dead when I send out the hit
You said you dope dealing, let's go half on a brick
A large amount of beans and a pound of the mint
A small trap house where I sell all the shit
I know what it feel like broke in the slum
Hustle til I die, I'm gonna grind til I'm done
A real hood nigga I'm gonna shine like the sun
A champ with the work, I'll sell you a crumb
A hot flatscreen and a whole lot of guns
A fine triple bitch for a whole lot of fun
Some fishscale coke you can test with your tongue
Niggas always saying, "oh shit, it's the bomb."
Still throwing sets up in the club, cracking dome-ahs
Nigga I'm a vet to the shit we be known for
Rollin on some X my nig, I'm a stoner
I keep a rusty Tech that'll keep you in a coma
[Hook:]
Ghost Dope lyrics - Juicy J
[Hook x2:]
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut throat
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut throat
You didn't catch me with no blow and I don't own no triple beams
And how you gonna charge me for some dope
That I ain't touched or that I ain't seen
[Verse 1:]
I knew a thug that had a plug straight outta South Memphis
But he a drug habit, he couldn't stop sniffing
I had my goons meet him, ready to buy 'bout 20 bricks
Bring the summer time, ooh, I'm 'bout to make a lick
Just like always man we had to check the dope
And he said, "It's all good, man you know we folks"
One of my goons called "J man this nigga tripping
I see about 50 pillows but the other 5 missing
And this nigga nose draining like a waterfall
I'm 'bout to get what I can get and make his heart pause"
Just before I can get this nigga to calm down
I hear a "Freeze" and some shooting in the background
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
This shit was on the news, the Feds busted all my goons
The nigga with the plug habit working with them fools
Packing all my shit I heard some knocks at my front door
"Come out with your hands up", so now I'm on the floor
It's about to go down, they kicked the doors down
Guns at my head, U.S. Marshals all around
Tearing up my place, nothing never was found
It's in the shotgun house, somewhere in Orange Mound
Interrogation they kept asking me my tele-code
If I don't tell 'em nothing I'll get life with no parole
But I don't snitch, hope you niggas know the business
The wire taps is what they got but no witness
[Hook x2]
Violent lyrics - Juicy J
[Hook:]
My goons smoke weed, My goons smell blow
My goons make moves, They pulling [?]
If you ain't from my hood, Then you gonna have to go
You'll get your ass murked, I hope you niggas know
Throwing signs, popping nines we get violated
20 deep when we ride we get violated
A chopper pointing at your spine we get violated
We murder niggas all the time we stay violated
[Verse 1:]
We about to ride on you lying ass niggas
You ain't selling dope, you ain't pulling triggers
You ain't get no dirt, you ain't no gorilla
You rap about somebody else life I figure
Why you saying you on them cars while you leasing
Just keep it real man, who the fuck you pleasing?
I know them stripper hoes keep your pump greasing
They sit up in your face, I guess they give you reason
To pay some bills, buy pills, get 'em high, you ain't real
Mr.Fly yo packing steel because that false flagging should have got you killed
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
We don't recognize real, you say your a trapper
You say your a gangster
I know your a actor
You ain't got no swagger
You ain't but no laughter
We stay 20 deep with gorillas and jackers
Haters still dissing, but your probably wishing
We off in the club, [?]
Smoking on some real good, that'll make you feel good
When we passing by you, all you smell is purple kush
And we got all that shit you ain't got
Plugs for them drugs that shit you ain't got
A couple of hitmen that'll wipe you off the map
You ain't never gangbanged, and you never work the trap nigga
[Hook]
Let's Get High lyrics - Juicy J
[Intro:]
Mane I'm geeked up, play that shit
Man I'm geeked up, man I'm geeked up
Man I'm geeked up, man I'm geeked up
Man I'm geeked up, man I'm geeked up
Man I'm geeked up, man I'm geeked up
[Hook:]
Ecstasy pills, Xanax pills and some Percocet
Ambien, Oxycontin pills, let's do all that
Ecstasy pills, Xanax pills and some Percocet
Ambien Oxycontin pills, let's do all that
Let's get high, let's get high, let's get high, let's get high
Let's get high, let's get high, let's get high, let's get high
Let's get high, let's get high, let's get high, let's get high
[Verse 1:]
I got a bag of pills, nigga I'm in a battlefield
I'm at the club makin' a killin' like this can't be real
I'm takin' shots of Goose while these hoes gettin' loose
You know these girls love to get high in the DJ booth
I met a Asian chick, man she had these braids and shit
She had been rolling by the hour and she want some dick
We didn't make it to the booth we in the bathroom
She started sucking on my dick, I was like wooh
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Left out the bathroom cause I got to kill my beers
I told the girl before I left "You can keep the jizz"
I'm at the DJ booth so I popped a Xanny pill
I washed it down with Jäger, nigga, yeah I'm keeping it real
I'm trying to get a fill, plus this club a little weird
Ain't nobody got no grill but they snortin' our dollar bills
All kinds of girls off in the club, I don't discriminate
I'm just a nigga that get high and put dick in your face
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Oh it ain't over, no sir
The club is closing, now I'm try'na rush up to the bar
I need 5 Jäger shots and another bar
Didn't wanna serve me cause I'm stumbling all over the place
The bartender kept saying "Man, you look shit faced"
I said shit face, nigga, I got a shit race
I put my fist off in yo' mouth and that's how shit taste
He called security then the bouncers threw me up out the bitch
But that's ok I called a cab and then I hit the strip club
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Man I'm geeked up, man I'm geeked up
Man I'm geeked up...
Ugh Ugh Ugh lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Project Pat & Webbie)
Know a little freak in, in Hollywood
Sucks, sucks on dick, does it, does it real good
Know a little freak in, in Hollywood
Sucks, sucks on dick, does it, does it real good
I long dick her like ugh, ugh, ugh
I long dick her like ugh, ugh, ugh
I long dick her like ugh, ugh, ugh
I long dick her like ugh, ugh, ugh
They call me Mr. Dingaling weighin' on a triple beam
Guarantee you five or less minutes I can make you cream
I see you got these boyfriends spendin' money buyin' bling
I know you got some super head that's super hot like jalapen'
I hope you know I'm straight up fro' the hood love to bang, bang, bang
You make me wanna scratch off
Get some brain how to you fit them jeans
We can drink and hookup, do some things, I mean do some things
Hotter jacuzzi, we can get nudey
Know you a freak, way you shake your booty
Her first name Susie, last name Boojie
Got her real drunk, my nig shell chew me
Know a lil' freak
Know a lil' freak
Long dick her like
Long dick her like
Long dick her like
Long dick her like
Girl friend soft skin pussy just right
I be wild when I go in there cause I know that pussy bite
Ain't got no marks on her body, she like to keep on the lights
She put her legs on my shoulder and I long dick her
Ugh, ugh
Yeah, it's Mr. Savage Life
Yeah, I give it to you like you never ever had it like
I dont' know her name, we just did it on the first night
I'ma call her JJ cause I know that shit was dynamite
Girl, who that pussy for? Nobody from the look at cha
Want A G to beat that pussy up, then I'm the man you're lookin' for
Nigga, put them cuffs up, go find another chick to show
Cause I already hit that ho, believe me I already know
Know a 'lil freak
Know a 'lil freak
I long dick her like
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look at Miss Goodie Goodie Pussy right there
With that pretty ass face and dat some pretty ass hair
With some pretty ass eyes and a pretty ass smile
I guess that one drink I bought will be worth my while
With your double D rack and a tattoo on your back
Matta a fact, I think I'll start from the back
[?] from the back
Give me one more win once again from the back
This time I think I'm gonna win with some hat
Some head, some cap
Some chewin' on my pipeline
Give your boy oral 'til his heart flat line
Chea
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh
You Niggaz Pussy lyrics - Juicy J (feat. V-Slash)
[Juicy J:]
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
You violating me I'ma catch a murder charge
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
You violating me I'ma catch a murder charge
My niggas is out the frame
My niggas ain't playing games
My niggas be on that caine
My niggas don't shoot them thang
My niggas get real high
My niggas would really die
My niggas be breaking bread
My niggas be sharing pie
You pussys be talking loud
You pussys be showing out
You pussy ass niggas don't be sure when your face down in the ground
You pussys are really clowns
You pussys ain't shot no rounds
You pussy ass niggas gonna run when I
Any nigga violate we go ham on the bitches
Any niggas wanna hate we go ham on you bitches
Hood feel you straighter the realer all day pulling triggers
Got drugs, got drugs, got thugs got killers
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
You violating me I'ma catch a murder charge
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
You violating me I'ma catch a murder charge
[V-Slash:]
You niggas big as a motherfucker
Butt big as a motherfucker
Catch ya out of town yo ain't even deep as a motherfucker
I'm street as a motherfucker
You geek as a motherfucker
Pussy ass nigga you'll get beat like a motherfucker
I'ma teach me a motherfucker
[?]
Claiming you a gangster you'll get beat for that shit
[?]
Say the wrong thing off the top you gotta go
Sick of this shit so I'ma make an example
Beat yo stupid ass up and put his ass on a [?]
[?]
[Juicy J:]
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
We know you niggas pussy you ain't hard you ain't hard
You violating me I'ma catch a murder charge
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
We know you niggas pussy
You violating me I'ma catch a murder charge
Skit lyrics - Juicy J
You know what I'm saying this shit wild mane
Look look whole amount to fuck, that's all I gotta say
I got a cup in my hand hear that?
That's ice that's patron equals a god damn motherfucking party mane
Look I'm from Memphis dog I don't bullshit dog
Niggas in Memphis ain't bullshit mane
We ain't got to be playing around with them motherfucking hoes mane, you know what I'm saying?
Bitch gonna have to get their pussy up mane you know what I'm saying?
I need to get that chewing and I ain't finna here bullshitin'
With that fuck shit I need to gets that you know what I'm saying?
But uh play that shit my nigga I fucks with you, you my nigga but at the end of the day
Bitch gonna get their pussy up [Laughs]
Real D Boyz lyrics - Juicy J
Man we deep off in recession and I'm still out here stuntin'
Diamonds out down to the toe, I got bling off in my buttons
I got hoes that be fuckin', I got powder with no cuttin
I got methamphetamine that keeps the trap bouncin' and yappin'
I got houses by the lake, it's great, they call me Mr. shake and bake
A brand new whip on 28's, with burgundy seats and candy paint
A duffle bag that'll make you faint thats full of cash and purple drank, a barney blunt a purple stank to try to keep away the hate away
I'm poppin' bottles, popping collars, showin' out pullin' models
Let these hoes enjoy themselves, they snortin' the powder out the dollar
Thats the way it's going down when a player on the town, always keeping hoes around, drinkin, smokin by the pound
Real D boys, real, real D boys
Real D boys, real, real D boys, man we, man we out here gettin' it
Real D boys, real, real D boys
Real D boys, real, real D boys, man we, man we out here gettin' it
Real D boys, real, real D boys
Real D boys, real, real D boys, man we, man we out here gettin' it
If there is any gwop to get, you'll see my black ass gettin' it
I got house and plenty cars, I got dough like Russel Simmons
I got game like Scottie Pippen, I got greed like Robin Givens
I got anything on 6's and a whole lot of them chickens
The feds are trying to track the dope from Tennessee to Mexico
You know how far this shit can go when profit coming from the blow
The law ain't got no shit on me, we set up like a pharmacy
[?]
The FBI can try and try and get these niggas to testify, to lock us up and shock us up but gangsta niggas multiply
We in the hood we know whats good, if it's illegal we know we should
If you had the chance to make a mill of coke nigga I know you would
Real D boys, real, real D boys
Real D boys, real, real D boys, man we, man we out here gettin' it
Real D boys, real, real D boys
Real D boys, real, real D boys, man we, man we out here gettin' it
Real D boys, real, real D boys
Real D boys, real, real D boys, man we, man we out here gettin' it
Purple Kush lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Gorilla Zoe & Project Pat)
[Intro: Project Pat]
Purple Kush blower (I'm a)
Purple Kush smoker (I'm a)
Purple Kush blower (I'm a)
Purple Kush smoker (I'm a)
Purple Kush blower (I'm a)
Purple Kush smoker (I'm a)
Purple Drank Drankin' (I got)
Money on the floor
[Hook x4: Project Pat]
Purple Kush blower (I'm a)
Purple Kush smoker (I'm a)
Purple Drank Dranking (I got)
Money on the floor
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I'm so high eyes red as fire
Smoke so much weed dancing in the sky
Shots of patron downing with a beer
Bitches in my ear but i can't hear
Cause I'm in a zone I ain't going home
I'm sending drunkin' texts out on my phone
Its my birthday its a party
Yea a nigga drunk yea I'm shit faced
And I'm popping pills i don't give a damn
Where a nigga is I'm going ham
See you at the bar see you in the park
See you sucking my dick in the back of my car
[Hook x4]
[Verse 2: Gorilla Zoe]
I got purple in my cup purple in my blunt
Pull up to the trap like shawty what you want
Bricks in the fender the moneys in the trunk
Bust the baggies open..there's nothing up in my funk
The whole hood know me the whole hood love me
The haters want above me
Bitches wanna fuck me get money like Nike
Boy just do it my money so dumb
My swag go stupid i don't drink crisp
I drink purple fruity bitch these are diamonds
These are not cootys I'm leaning right now
This purple shit the truth and I'm high right now
I'm smoking in the booth..
[Hook x4]
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Strawberry cigarillos full of the purple roll up that blunto
Light up that purple mind in a circle cuz we on our third blunt
Buff weed smokers get up on our third hut
Walking in the club throw smell a bunny on my clothes
Inhale the kush blunt blow the smoke out my nose
Niggas know the loud let me emphasize
A nigga sell loud I'm in the crowd tryna advertise
Hennessy fif to my lips now im straight mane
Fresh off of purple so I'm rolling like a freight train
Gucci shoes Gucci bandanna suckas hate mane
40 stacks at the mall like I'm flipping cakes mane
[Outro x6:]
Purple Kush
Skit lyrics - Juicy J
You know what I'm saying this shit wild mane
Look look whole amount to fuck, that's all I gotta say
I got a cup in my hand hear that?
That's ice that's patron equals a god damn motherfucking party mane
Look I'm from Memphis dog I don't bullshit dog
Niggas in Memphis ain't bullshit mane
We ain't got to be playing around with them motherfucking hoes mane, you know what I'm saying?
Bitch gonna have to get their pussy up mane you know what I'm saying?
I need to get that chewing and I ain't finna here bullshitin'
With that fuck shit I need to gets that you know what I'm saying?
But uh play that shit my nigga I fucks with you, you my nigga but at the end of the day
Bitch gonna get their pussy up
That What A Pimp Does lyrics - Juicy J
Shut the fuck up
I'm always stayin' doug on these hoes (That's what a pimp does)
Chevy thing with Lamborghini doors (That's what a pimp does)
Diamonds to the toes, wrist froze (That's what a pimp does)
Can't duplicate the swagger, I'm too cold (That's what a pimp does)
I'm always stayin' doug on these hoes (That's what a pimp does)
Chevy thing with Lamborghini doors (That's what a pimp does)
Diamonds to the toes, wrist froze (That's what a pimp does)
Can't duplicate the swagger, I'm too cold (That's what a pimp does)
Eeny-meeny Lamborghini, car for the week
Next week, it's the Beamy, or might ride in the snow, white Chevy
Peanut butter guts that's extra creamy
Everybody toss how we floss in the club
Throwin' off Franklins, tip 'em with dubs
All these boys got mattress money, never had a check that was stacked to a stud
Poppin' them bottles, drinks on me
Eighteen bottles, eighteen freaks
Medical marijuana in the air
I ain't satisfied 'til I smoke me a P
Smoke me a P
Drank me a P
P for Patron, make you fall to your knees
Wash it down with a beer, make you tipsy
Wylin' in the club, now freeze
I'm always stayin' doug on these hoes (That's what a pimp does)
Chevy thing with Lamborghini doors (That's what a pimp does)
Diamonds to the toes, wrist froze (That's what a pimp does)
Can't duplicate the swagger, I'm too cold (That's what a pimp does)
I'm always stayin' doug on these hoes (That's what a pimp does)
Chevy thing with Lamborghini doors (That's what a pimp does)
Diamonds to the toes, wrist froze (That's what a pimp does)
Can't duplicate the swagger, I'm too cold (That's what a pimp does)
See a young nigga posted in the trap
Nigga, I'm a pimp, so accept the facts
And a part time dope boy, fuck some rap
Only deal in cash, I don't fuck with tax
Fool, I'm the truth, you can check my stats
Fuck only bad hoes from the back
And a big bitch, I was drunk off Jack
Got chewed up, t-bagged the sack
If you know a freak and you wanna toss
Quit playin' games, let's break the law
Let's go serve at the government, dawg
All politicians wanna fuck 'em raw
Pay a lil' more, you can have the broad
Pay a lil' less and I'ma have your jaw
Just like a war, this a shock and all
Just like a movie, you can call us all
But I gotta get paid
Or you get sprayed
I ain't sell lemonade
I'm sellin' lemons lay
I'm Mister Don't Play
Hustlin' all day
Watchin' my money rise just like a soufflé
I'm always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin'
Always stayin' doug on these hoes (That's what a pimp does)
Chevy thing with Lamborghini doors (That's what a pimp does)
Diamonds to the toes, wrist froze (That's what a pimp does)
Can't duplicate the swagger, I'm too cold (That's what a pimp does)
I'm always stayin' doug on these hoes (That's what a pimp does)
Chevy thing with Lamborghini doors (That's what a pimp does)
Diamonds to the toes, wrist froze (That's what a pimp does)
Can't duplicate the swagger, I'm too cold (That's what a pimp does)
Sell A Lot Of Thangs lyrics - Juicy J
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
A whole lot of purp, a whole lot of green
A whole heap of white, a large amount of beans
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
A whole lot of purp, a whole lot of green
A whole heap of white, a large amount of beans
What you know about these hood niggas hustlin' for that guap
Take over your hood and your block, then we open shop
A whole lot of drugs on my plate, I got plenty opps
And I keep them skittles for you party goin' teeny bops
I hate you niggas high, call me rocket man
Throw the [?] off in the sky, smoking, I gotta stay
We deep off in this trap, trap, the pockets do get fat, fat
We at the strip club with the hookers in our lap
We clean, nigga, out here on the grind
Triple beam nigga ,mean nigga tryna get my shine, chasing dreams, nigga
King nigga, I do numbers, dawg, in this green, nigga
Team nigga, addicted to these streets, I'm a fiend nigga
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
A whole lot of purp, a whole lot of green
A whole heap of white, a large amount of beans
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
A whole lot of purp, a whole lot of green
A whole heap of white, a large amount of beans
I'm laughing at you haters, I'm grilling at you bitches
I stay off in the kitchen and I do a lot of mixing
You know we making a killing on all this dope you sniffing
You niggas think we churches cause we sellin' all these [?]
I'm whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whippin'
New cars flip, flip, flip, flip, flip, flippin'
I ride dumps, thirty inches from the ground city
I got bump, 18-inch woofers, ears ringin'
And yeah, we havin' fun, nigga, smoke out of a bomb, nigga
Long dickin' bitches down while you use your tongue, nigga
I ball like LeBron, nigga, hold up, stop the drums, nigga
I'm sellin' so much white, you can call me Uncle Tom, nigga
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
A whole lot of purp, a whole lot of green
A whole heap of white, a large amount of beans
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
I sell a lot of thangs, I sell a lot of thangs
A whole lot of purp, a whole lot of green
A whole heap of white, a large amount of beans
You Can Get Murked lyrics - Juicy J
[Hook:]
Don't let the liquor get you killed, I put some hallows in your shirt nigga
You can get murked nigga, you can get murked nigga
You know I keep the thang on me and let them bullets burst nigga
You can get murked nigga, You can get murked nigga
You ol' false flagging fuck boys gone end up in a hearse nigga
You can get murked nigga, You can get murked nigga
With your brains blowed out face down in some dirt nigga
You can get murked nigga, You can get murked nigga
[Verse 1:]
Niggas wanna see me fall
But I got the bigger balls
Thought you knew I'm from the north
I ain't scared of none of y'all
Lot of niggas came and gone
So that's why I keep the chrome
Couple of goons is ready to die
Keep the doves up in yo home
Every time you see me smoking the fi-fire
Eyes so red I'm stain so hi-high
Looking like an asian dude from ti-ti
OG Kush in my system oh my my
Niggas always hating on me
Cuz they thing I'm selling D
All these hoes be paying me
Why you niggas [?]
Looking for a handout, I ain't throwing no grams out
If I see yo baby mamma, I'ma pull my pants down
Old school Chevy so clean the pa-paint
Fuck nigga wanna be me you ca-can't
Niggas straight high on beams you can't think
But I keep a strap in my lap [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I bet you wanna grab yo shit, cock it back and make a hit
Let them know that you ain't soft, let them know that you legit
But you ain't got the nuts, you ain't ever sold hits
But you won't force to think, you so hard you a bitch
I've been waiting on watching you just get your hands on
Hope you stay home, maybe I can get my spray on
But its over niggas know you soft like sofas
You a fake nigga [?]
Why you a lie, Why you a lie
Why you a lie, Why you a lie
I'ma take you to a river, put a gun between yo eyes
Let you beg for yo life, so fuck nigga don't you cry
You gonna treat me with respect til the day you fucking die
[Hook]
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