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fat ray - juice lyrics

[intro: fat ray]
f+ck is the deal (that was crazy)
oh, y’all n+ggas thought y’all was gonna get rid of me?
(that might’ve been the best sh+t i ever seen)
(that was it right there)
bru! (that definitely was it)
(yo, fat ray is in the buildin’ for the children)

[verse 1: fat ray]
sip the juice, i got enough to go ’round
c4, i got enough to blow the town
every time i walk in the crib, she bust it down
and i’m probably finna walk out the booth and f+ck her now
i pull off [?] and burn it down
i turned into the best stop+drop+and+roll+er around
n+ggas try to slip in a kick when you on the ground
have you hoppin’ in the whip with the stick to go gun ’em down
i’m from where you n+ggas don’t want to wear rollies ’round
a lot of n+ggas swipin’ and ridin’ stolies around
n+ggas rollin’ stogies and totin’ .40s around
and it ain’t no more kobe’s or robert horry’s around
hard to try to charter a jet and you underground
n+ggas gotta drop the top on the ‘vette and whip it around
myself, pourin’ some liquor out on the ground
for my loved ones, d+mn near emptied the gallon out
the rap game purposely keepin’ the talent out
next n+gga try jerkin’ me, eatin’ a talon round
get to clappin’ like hercules makin’ a fartin’ sound
all this lil’ drippity+drip is beyond me
sockin’ n+ggas in the small of they back for shawn p
[break: scorpion]
[?]
you know, bloah

[verse 2: fat ray]
get this sh+t to rockin’ just like rockin’ reg
faygo [?], slap a n+gga’s eyes out his head
he gon’ let ’em fly, put you in the sky, ’bout that shred
we gon’ set a fire, ‘fore you lie, n+gga, make yo’ bed
they gon’ hear that [?], they gon’ cry, they gon’ shake they heads
i’m a do or die, certified, you can’t take my meds
leave ’em terrified, when they slide, we gon’ take they sled
it’s been verified, bruiser, n+gga, i ain’t never scared
i’ma clarify, blowin’ turtle pie, we be dead
shake that naked ass through my naked eye for this bread
sweet potato pie, let them titties fly in the air
she be gettin’ high, she ain’t f+ckin’ with no f+ckin’ squares
she be with the bru’, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no f+ckin’ beer
i be with the crew, goin’ maney all f+ckin’ year
what you what wanna do? get your skull cracked with a chair
we can take it there, anywhere, we’ll beat you there
f+cker

[outro: scorpion]
[?]
original rude boy
[?]
you know how we [?]
[?]

- fat ray lyrics

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