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juicy j & wiz khalifa - weak lyrics

weak lyrics
[intro: project pat, juicy j & logic]
the main n+gga on the block, where it’s hot, talking sh+t (man, everybody wanna be a gangster, man)
gon’ be the main motherf+cker somewhere dead in a ditch (you know what i’m sayin’?)
what juicy say? he like, “shut the f+ck up”
i really don’t know why, though
maybe we can f+ck when the internet
(mafia)

[chorus: juicy j]
when i say, “weak+ass,” you say, “b+tch” (ayy)
weak+ass b+tch (ayy), weak+ass b+tch (you tell ’em)
when i say, “weak+ass,” you say, “b+tch” (uh+huh)
weak+ass b+tch (yeah), weak+ass b+tch (you know it)
when i say, “weak+ass,” you say, “b+tch” (what?)
weak+ass b+tch, weak+ass b+tch (ayy)
when i say, “wеak+ass,” you say, “b+tch” (ayy)
weak+ass b+tch (ayy), weak+ass b+tch (don’t be scarеd now)

[verse 1: juicy j]
pop it off (pop it off)
choppers on, it’s a war (n+gga)
walk him down, spin the block, shoot some more (boom)
man down (down), send him up, check the score (check it)
mama cryin’, f+ck the laws, call the morgue (call ’em)
it’s real in my city, it’s like world war 3 (world war 3)
young n+ggas been drawin’ down on mpd (they don’t give a f+ck)
ain’t got sh+t to lose, they got sh+t to prove (sh+t to prove)
get your ass whacked, you won’t even make the news (n+gga, north memphis)
memphis ’bout that action like the rock and tom cruise (north memphis)
catch you lackin’, now, you sleepin’, n+gga, put your sh+t on snooze (north memphis)
only rule, it ain’t no rules, all these young n+ggas got bangers (north memphis)
now you can’t tell your partner, “be careful,” gotta tell your n+gga, “stay dangerous”
[chorus: juicy j & big30]
when i say, “weak+ass,” you say, “b+tch” (ayy)
weak+ass b+tch (yeah), weak+ass b+tch (yeah)
when i say, “weak+ass,” you say, “b+tch” (uh)
weak+ass b+tch (ayy), weak+ass b+tch (you tell ’em)
when i say, “weak+ass,” you say, “b+tch” (ayy)
weak+ass b+tch (ayy), weak+ass b+tch (ho)
when i say, “weak+ass,” you say, “b+tch” (b+tch)
weak+ass b+tch (ho), weak+ass b+tch (blrrrd)

[verse 2: big30]
when i say, “pop out” (pop out), they pop out with a switch (a switch)
hit a n+gga or a b+tch, come through with everything but the kit (on god)
thirty shots come out the ceiling, we disguise in dresses and wigs
you think this car full of b+tches ’til we pop out, get to hittin’
all my k!llers be overk!ll, if you send a doctor, you blessed (blrrrd)
boy, your life ain’t worth two words, if i tell ’em, get you, say less (say less)
you might catch me in your city with four hundred shots, nothin’ less (nothin’ less)
give a f+ck about that ‘vette ’til they can’t cover up your head, blrrrd, blrrrd (blrrrd)
i’m cmo (certified), i’m ceo, big choppa gang, the leader
smoke more dope than wiz khalifa (gas, gas), i stay full of percs and reefer (gas, i’m high, i’m fly)
i’m sippin’ syrup, fly as the birds, scr+p with a desert eagle (blrrrd)
you a snitch, so i ain’t k!ll sh+t and you are not one of mine, neither (nah)

[chorus: juicy j, big30 & wiz khalifa]
when i say, “weak+ass,” you say, “b+tch” (b+tch)
weak+ass b+tch (ho, ho), weak+ass b+tch (ho)
when i say, “weak+ass,” you say, “b+tch” (b+tch)
weak+ass b+tch (ha), weak+ass b+tch (ho)
when i say, “weak+ass,” you say, “b+tch”
weak+ass b+tch, weak+ass b+tch
when i say, “weak+ass,” you say, “b+tch”
weak+ass b+tch (uh), weak+ass b+tch
[verse 3: wiz khalifa]
khalifa fresh up out the gym, puttin’ them numbers up
they can get mad as they want, they can’t f+ck with us
i bought a taylor gang chain and got my n+ggas one
i took the little one on tour, then bought a bigger one
she got her feelings now, i can’t deal with a weak b+tch
she f+ck with gangsters, keep it gangster, she like g sh+t
i parked my rolls+royce, then pulled up in my old school
ain’t pillow talkin’ ’bout no n+gga, that’s how hoes move
i copped the double r and traded in that big mercedes
we started underground and now we f+ckin’ up the majors
diamonds in different flavors, your b+tch, you could never save her
get a massage and take a nap, and wake up countin’ paper

[outro: juicy j & wiz khalifa]
when i say, “weak+ass,” you say, “b+tch” (b+tch, yeah)
yup

- juicy j wiz khalifa lyrics

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