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juicy j – fired up lyrics

[intro]
ayy, man, if you workin’ a nine+to+five and you listenin’ to this song, man
i want you to take a two+minute smoke break, bruh
just two minutes, you know?
when your boss ain’t lookin’ or if he go somewhere
take a two+minute smoke break

[chorus]
they said we couldn’t smoke dope in this b+tch, but we still fired up
n+gga actin’ like he want smoke in this b+tch, n+gga, don’t get fired up
fired up, n+gga, don’t get fired up
fired up, n+gga, don’t get fired up
big wheels, 454 big block, it’s hot, b+tch, fire it up
soon as they drop this sh+t in the spot, n+gga, we gon’ get fired up
fired up, n+gga, we gon’ get fired up
fired up, n+gga, we gon’ get fired up

[verse 1]
can’t talk ’round none of these n+ggas ’cause they probably wired up
ain’t no way you can dodge that hit when it come from the higher+ups
show me a bad+ass b+tch, i’ll show you a n+gga that’s tired of ’em
anything that n+gga pat with, i’m with, n+gga, that’s my bro
don’t get lined up, when i’m in your city, ho, line up
that’s my cup, don’t worry ’bout what’s up in my cup
both doors off on the jeep and i’m hangin’ out the side of this b+tch like a fire truck
money get piled up, play with me, k!llers get dialed up
[chorus]
they said we couldn’t smoke dope in this b+tch, but we still fired up
n+gga actin’ like he want smoke in this b+tch, n+gga, don’t get fired up
fired up, n+gga, don’t get fired up
fired up, n+gga, don’t get fired up
big wheels, 454 big block, it’s hot, b+tch, fire it up
soon as they drop this sh+t in the spot, n+gga, we gon’ get fired up
fired up, n+gga, we gon’ get fired up
fired up, n+gga, we gon’ get fired up

[verse 2]
n+ggas don’t want no smoke, these n+ggas just talkin’, they know not to play with that fire (yup)
we turn this b+tch into fourth of july except my hitters don’t bust in the sky (yup)
n+ggas ain’t real no more, they out here pretendin’, they wearin’ a f+ckin’ disguise (yup)
i found out n+ggas is snitchin’, i call up my henchmen and tell ’em i doubled the prize (yup, yup)
y’all n+ggas ain’t gettin’ money for real, y’all post for the ‘gram (mhm, mhm)
i got some n+ggas, they’ll come rub your motherf+ckin’ nose for a gram (yes, sir, yes, sir)
playin’ with us is a gamble, you better not be tryin’ your luck
’cause we treat the beef like a grill in the summer, to whoever want it, we firin’ it up

- juicy j lyrics

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