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juicy j – going through sum sh.. lyrics

[intro]
mane when my momma passed away, it sent me to a dark place

[verse 1]
going through some sh+t real n+ggas only deal with
life is a b+tch, you still f+ck her on a period
cold in these streets a n+gga hungry for that meal ticket
racing for this cash i ain’t got no f+cking k!ll switch
back against the wall n+ggas plottin’ on my riches
gotta watch these n+ggas i see gators from a distance
catch and cook they ass, get lil momma make some biscuits
when you come from the memphis n+ggas eat the competition
icy ghetto bling n+gga i’m way too luxurious
my weed got diamonds in it i get high and delirious
black as eddie murphy but my joker’s way to serious
when bullets get to flying n+ggas start to disappear and sh+t
n+ggas in they feelings you so mothaf+ckin’ curious
bet they be talkin’ ’bout me then they say that they be hearing sh+t
[interlude]
what type of n+ggas is y’all? shut the f+ck up

[chorus]
watch you come around you can’t be f+cking with these b+tches
working with some police man these n+ggas is some piglets
can’t talk on the phone n+ggas out here hearing “cl!ck, cl!ck”
moving like a don you ain’t running from no heat, heat
watch you come around you can’t be f+cking with these b+tches
working with some police man these n+ggas is some piglets
can’t talk on the phone n+ggas out here hearing “cl!ck, cl!ck”
moving like a don you ain’t running from no heat, heat

[verse 2]
i ain’t quick to trust a b+tch, that ain’t part of the experience
f+ck ’em fast and furious, point, blank, period
hoes that’s in your business be the ones your n+ggas sleeping with
fly to get your trust and swallow nuts and get you k!lled quick
ain’t no time for sucka sh+t, we’re no bucket, b+tch boy
if you ain’t at the top than you ain’t the one they f+cking with
it’s rules to this sh+t, keep a chopper and a zip
with extendo smoking indo, out the end zone i don’t miss
kiss my daughter every morning she know daddy out to get
every time i leave a house i gotta watch out for a snitch
i pulled up in that h+llcat man that b+tch is a witch
i started demon time n+gga i’m three six
you’re looking at hood rich, i might take your sh+t
slap a hating ass n+gga watch him cry like a b+tch
middle finger mothaf+cka you a hoe and a trick
tear the f+ckin’ club up when this play that sh+t
[chorus]
watch you come around you can’t be f+cking with these b+tches
working with some police man these n+ggas is some piglets
can’t talk on the phone n+ggas out here hearing “cl!ck, cl!ck”
moving like a don you ain’t running from no heat, heat
watch you come around you can’t be f+cking with these b+tches
working with some police man these n+ggas is some piglets
can’t talk on the phone n+ggas out here hearing “cl!ck, cl!ck”
moving like a don you ain’t running from no heat, heat

- juicy j lyrics

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