jayo sama – juice lyrics
whippin’ whippin.. hit em wit a power moove..
this money keep moving long as the world don’t stop
time wait for no man i finesse around the clock
whippin’ round the clock, whippin’ till it drop
need to double up i got some work it hit the block
come from a small town but my team on the map
trappin’ all day sometimes we don’t be taking naps
like a baby in the car seat i’m always strapped
got more bells ringing than a boxing match
making money fast
the trap look like a lab, your b-tch said i got swag
i hit her with the dab, lil’ baby threw it back, slam my hand on her -ss
’cause you cuffing that b-tch the reason why you mad
n-gg- you just sad go and get some cash
since your hitters stupid too, i bet they gon get whacked
swerving in the splash, d-tech on my -ss
smashing on the gas, like this sh-t a jag
jayo got the juice, pour a 4 up in a deuce
codeine got me loose, i’m still op wit my tool
yeah you can slide thru, your n-gg-s can come too
now what ya’ll supposed to do, wit yo lil’ .22
your og’s like the boot
my young n-gg-s gon shoot
ain’t wit that friendly sh-t, like n-gg- who are you?
thought we was playin till n-gg-s ended up on the news
my n-gg-s holdin truths like i ain’t got beef wit you
slappin for some fame, you think its a game
and when you end up dead you the only one to blame
that n-gg- lookin strange, so i pull out my flame
jay-o got perfect aim, might hit you in your brain
i’m shooting for the stars, ya’ll shotting at the stars
posted off them bars, what you aiming at mars?
they chillin at the park, i put this b-tch in park, we creep up in the dark, and let them pistols spark
choppa got a kick, just like martial arts
keep a couple in the trap, we trappin too hard
[?] like a nascar
blowing money fast, cause we livin large
hit the strip club most of these hoes gon f-ck the crew
shawtie bend over show me what that -ss do
i beat the p-ssy up, like my name
she got lost in the slums i ain’t talking rac–n
jayo got the juice, pour a 4 up in a deuce
codeine got me loose, i’m still op wit my tool
yeah you can slide thru, your n-gg-s can come too
now what ya’ll supposed to do, wit yo lil’ .22
your og’s like the boot
my young n-gg-s gon shoot
ain’t wit that friendly sh-t, like n-gg- who are you?
thought we was playin till n-gg-s ended up on the news
my n-gg-s holdin truths like i ain’t got beef wit you
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