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juicy j - give me some money (feat. project pat & v slash) lyrics

(intro)
yes sir. the realest n-gga in the game. juicy j. it’s going down. north north
y’all n-gga ain’t ready. we gettin’ this mothaf-ckin’ money. i thought y’all n-ggas knew this sh-t. lets do it n-gga. come on, lets go

(chorus)
imma rob me a n-gga, imma rob me…
i’ll give you what i am and tell them give me some money
if you don’t know who i am i’m that goon selling yams
i’ll give you what i am and tell them give me some money
(x2)

(juicy j)
it’s the return of them dopeboys getting this money man
selling pills and weed methamphetamines and cocaine
and them jack boys that be down for a robbin’
and them real goons that be down for a poppin’
have them n-ggas out here makin’ money with this pimpin’
all my n-ggas out here man gettin’ it how they livin’
i went from the projects, f-cked up, eating spam
now i’m ridin’ 30 inches tryin’ to push a lot of grams
leeches on my d-ck cuz they know that i’m the sh-t
haters keep on hating cuz they know that i’m the sh-t
n-gga i’m on the low, yee ain’t know i got dem bricks
i’m getting this money over here i got you b-tches sick

(chorus)
(project pat)
the pistol’s c-cked man, bullets gon’ fly dog
and when i swipe this magnum imma tear your jaw off
i blew your b-lls off, you n-ggas c-min
before they stepped out the trap i was dumpin’
cuz for that money a n-gga dance with death
man i’m a convict and felon, ain’t no chances left
i’m to the death, me and she got a chemistry
n-gga out here feel me, ever had your stomach to your back?
now that’s rob or die
a situation i don’t know and me so low on bread
get two stacks to get my case dropped my lawyer said
the barrels cross your head i ain’t like ya anyway
a n-gga out here starvin’ bout to die and you wanna play?

(chorus)

- juicy j lyrics

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