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juicy j - i ain't havin' it lyrics

[intro: juicy j]
mafia
trippy vibes n-gg-
shut the f-ck up

[chorus: juicy j]
i’m in the club throwin’ bread with my savages
got this lil’ b-tch on some ratchet sh-t
this ain’t no accident, b-tch you been havin’ that
i keep that thing on the p-ssenger
i’m in the club throwin’ bread with my savages
got this lil’ b-tch on some ratchet sh-t
this ain’t no accident, she know i’m havin’ it
now this lil’ b-tch in my p-ssenger
i’m in the trap blowin’ dope with the savages
you need a pound if you matchin’ it
that’s how you smoke when you havin’ it
3.5 in every joint that i be p-ssin’
i’m in the trap pourin’ drink with the savages
2 pints or better imagine it
that ain’t no drink, you ain’t havin’ it
can’t finesse me n-gg-, i ain’t havin’ it

[verse 1: juicy j]
what it is? what it do?
she gotta f-ck the whole crew
my b-tch ain’t a christian
but i keep her in the loub’s
don’t try to walk in my shoes
like the rest of these fools
you can’t do what i do
you might end up on the news
in the club with them savages
we come from movin’ them packages
in the hood they be clappin’ sh-t
b-tch i invented the ratchet sh-t
we on that trappin’ sh-t
we on that rappin’ sh-t, n-gg-s be mad ’cause we havin’ it
could find me posted with the baddest b-tch
she gon’ go and get her badder b-tch
p-ss it to my youngin’, look at that -ssist
smokin’ that gas i ain’t p-ssin’ it
keep one on me, i ain’t with the lackin’ sh-t
how you trappin’, you ain’t even packin’ sh-t
this chopper won’t but the mac’ll fit
you ain’t k!llin’ sh-t, you ain’t whackin’ sh-t
get the f-ck on with that actin’ sh-t
get my pimpin’ on, i’ll smack a b-tch

[verse 2: young nudy]
double cup drippin’ and slippin’
and everybody know they f-ck with slums
anybody try to try the slums
slums gon’ let a f-ckin’ bullet fly
[?] before this here, when i made it right
dollar bet with the ave
[?]
middle finger with the five
b-tch i come from the 6
east atlanta n-gg-, north of the bricks
you movin’ the sh-t, then you sellin’ the sh-t
you tell my body then you [?] the sh-t
after be livin’ in life, a young n-gg- from the dirt life
son nudy live a rough life, stick got a n-gg- upright
if you don’t look like the [?]
ask around n-gg-, i run the five
i’ll have alot of n-gg-s pull up with fire
you talkin’ that sh-t somebody gonna die
i am the n-gg- in the screet
[?] me with the 30 hangin’ on
and i keep a b-tch with me
know she bad with a double cup filled with me

- juicy j lyrics

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