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juicy j - who run it (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
shutdafuccup!
shout up my n-gga bebe, abebe
g herbo, a$ap rocky
lil yachty, trippie redd
everyone that payed homage, mane, to this cl-ssic

[verse]
what’s the business? it’s that playa that you love to hate
always see me comin’ out the bank, diamonds in yo face
p-ssy n-gga get up out the way, don’t care about what you say
sound proof the bentley, i can’t hear you n-ggas any way
pop the steel ’cause it get real, i’m not about them games
cartiers, dracula grill, b-tch i still keep it trill
hittin’ b-tches from the back with my socks on
memphis n-ggas keep the glocks c-cked when the wars on
buyin’ 40s from the corner store, blowin’ smoke
grindin’ like it’s ’94, keep the stash in the floorboards
average tripple dubber on the f-ckin’ ball court
i’m that n-gga that you imitate and hoes call for
for that d-ck game, wouldn’t buy your b-tch with my loose chain
thirsty n-ggas eatin’ b-tches -ss with the sh-t stain
insane like my motherf-ckin’ wrist game, n-gga
houses on the hill cost the same f-ckin’ thing
counted up a hunnid this mornin’
then i went spent me 50
then i hit the vlive, tryna buy me some -ss and t-tties
rappers sample my old sh-t, keep runnin’ ’em bags, i’m uh rich
get ’em samples cleared ’cause that publish you might not get some
n-ggas act like they don’t owe me somethin’
i’m the reason b-tches twerkin’ they -ss, now show me somethin’
payin’ homage is a real n-gga move, b-tch i paid my dues
sold a million out the trunk, you n-ggas uber pool
pour that mud up like that b-tter, first n-gga with that pipe in the club
used to have to turn my sh-t up, had n-ggas tryna fight in the club
y’all leaving with them, we hit them hoes right in the club
and i know i’m icy’d up, pinky just like that dub
you gotta like my sh-t, you a hater or somethin’
i’m a grown -ss man, you a baby or somethin’
probably f-cked yo mama on the come up in the 80’s, homie
don’t you ever try to play me, homie
got a wife now like kanye
and i wish a b-tch would try to bite her like beyonce
my daughter 2 months and she been paid
boutta sign more deals, cop more real estate
me and pat used to rob for ’em petty things
now it’s nothin’ less than private jets, 7 figure checks
hater, catch yo f-ckin’ breathe, you broke, ain’t got nothin’ left
we them n-ggas in dubai from the north, don’t you ever flex
mafia, runnin’ sh-t, juicy j ain’t never quit
ain’t a b-tch i never hit, still countin’ paper, b-tch
when the smoke clears, n-gga, i’m still here
higher than i been in 20 godd-mn years, uh
motherf-ckin’ legend get your smoke right, dope right
ain’t no conversation for that broke life, show right, b-tch

[outro]
who run it?

- juicy j lyrics

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