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juicy j & pi’erre bourne - uhh huh lyrics

[intro: juicy j & project pat]
slang—slang—slanging on this blade, prayin’ that i don’t get cut
uh+huh
by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
uh+huh
slang—slang—slanging on this blade, prayin’ that i don’t get cut
uh+huh
by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
uh+huh

[chorus: juicy j]
twenty+eight inch jeep wrangler (uh+huh)
this ain’t no cheap wrangler (uh+huh)
bad b+tch looking like an angel (uh+huh)
thirty milligrams of the paink!llers (uh+huh)
and that kinda d+ck just strangler (uh+huh)
dior boots to your ankle (uh+huh)
making these b+tch n+ggas chase you (uh+huh)
smirk to your face, that’s a facial (uh+huh)
walk in the club, mac ’round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (uh+huh)
back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38’s by the crates (uh+huh)
b+tch, she thick, first datе (uh+huh)
seventeen, thirty+eight by thе case (uh+huh)
how the f+ck do a n+gga think he in his bag if he putting motherf+ckers on a case (uh+huh)
[verse 1: juicy j]
f+ck a top model in the face (uh+huh)
f+cking backseat of the wraith (uh+huh)
she a good girl, so before she eat this d+ck, she gon’ say her grace (uh+huh)
turn a church girl to a nympho (nympho)
all my guns got extendo (extendo)
i’ma make a stripper get rich this year, start tipping these b+tches in crypto (uh+huh)
all these diamonds on me, if you turn the light on, it’ll turn into a disco (lean)
come and see how a n+gga live in my house so big, gotta get my own zip code (uh+huh)
rich ass n+gga in balmain brigade’s
chilling in some with a v12 engine
n+gga might have fill a amber alert
press one b+tton, can’t find my ceiling
still can’t get no sleep, am i
we sell lotta [?], i got
four bad b+tches with, but they all can go, i ain’t get between two seats
if it ain’t about money, don’t speak
getting this cake, but ain’t sh+t sweet
i’ma take a picture of your b+tch on her knees
i’ll sell that motherf+cker as a nft (ha)

[chorus: juicy j]
twenty+eight inch jeep wrangler (uh+huh)
this ain’t no cheap wrangler (uh+huh)
bad b+tch looking like an angel (uh+huh)
thirty milligrams of the paink!llers (uh+huh)
and that kinda d+ck just strangler (uh+huh)
dior boots to your ankle (uh+huh)
making these b+tch n+ggas chase you (uh+huh)
smirk to your face, that’s a facial (uh+huh)
walk in the club, mac ’round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (uh+huh)
back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38’s by [?] (uh+huh)
b+tch, she thick, first date (uh+huh)
seventeen, thirty+eight by the case (uh+huh)
how the f+ck do a n+gga think he’s in his bag if he putting motherf+ckers on a case (uh+huh)
[verse 2: pi’erre bourne & juicy j]
yeah, my money talk it’s no debate, wait (uh+huh)
she wanna come play, wait (uh+huh)
drove for my stick like arcade, wait (uh+huh)
she gonna roll like a wraith, wait (uh+huh)
so i had to pull out the wraith, wait (uh+huh)
nascar, i do the race, wait (uh+huh)
fast car, she love the chase, wait (uh+huh)
race, ooh, to my place, wait (uh+huh)
shawty a bull, just like candace parker, wait (uh+huh)
my pockets are parker’s, look at ’em getting larger (uh+huh)
pull up at night in apartments, my youngest with the armor (uh+huh)
baby, my money the talker, she say that it charm her, wait (uh+huh)
i’m with a plug now he pulling up in a charger, hey (uh+huh)
she pulling it all in her mouth, hey, i can’t be the father, wait (uh+huh)
i’m smoking my drugs now, yeah, with somebody daughter (uh+huh)
like juice my hustle & flow, yeah, might get me a oscar (uh+huh)

[chorus: juicy j]
twenty+eight inch jeep wrangler (uh+huh)
this ain’t no cheap wrangler (uh+huh)
bad b+tch looking like an angel (uh+huh)
thirty milligrams of the paink!llers (uh+huh)
and that kinda d+ck just strangler (uh+huh)
dior boots to your ankle (uh+huh)
making these b+tch n+ggas chase you (uh+huh)
smirk to your face, that’s a facial (uh+huh)
walk in the club, mac ’round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (uh+huh)
back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38’s by [?] (uh+huh)
b+tch, she thick, first date (uh+huh)
seventeen, thirty+eight by the case (uh+huh)
how the f+ck do a n+gga think he’s in his bag if he putting motherf+ckers on a case (uh+huh)
[outro: juicy j & project pat]
slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that i don’t get cut
uh+huh
by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
uh+huh
slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that i don’t get cut
uh+huh
by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
uh+huh
slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that i don’t get cut
uh+huh
by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
uh+huh
slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that i don’t get cut
uh+huh
by these police making raids

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