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juicy j & xavier wulf - look how far lyrics

[intro: project pat]
fifteen, seventeen n+ggas on them tw+nkies
ridin’ through the town, dog, smokin’ on some stanky
crusin’ farsier blvd, made a right on hollywood, man
just bought a sack from the crest, it’s all good, man

[chorus: xavier wulf]
look how far i came (ooh), look how far i came (ooh)
all my n+ggas rich, ooh, all we know is cream (n+gga)
cris when i sip (ooh), blunt full of strains (yeah)
neck, wrist, ears froze, i look like johnny dang (n+gga)
look how far i came (ooh), look how far i came (n+gga)
choppa with the scope, ooh, look how far i aim (ooh)
barrel to your temple, now they pickin’ up your brain (n+gga)
neck, wrist, ears froze, i look like johnny dang

[verse 1: xavier wulf]
chain bustin’ out the frame, man, and my pinky ring
i be where you ain’t and you ain’t because you can’t
two+tone, hit my lane, and marble in the paint
i filled up the tank and i burned it to the bank
every time i see him, he look like he getting pranked
she sent a booty picture then i sent her back with “thanks”
see me at the party smoking with the upper [?]
this here my n+gga ben, this my other n+gga frank

is he independent? what the f+ck you n+ggas think?
i got five hundred fifty hp to the crank
if he try to skip on me, i’ma make him walk the plan
[chorus: xavier wulf & juicy j]
look how far i came (ooh), look how far i came (ooh)
all my n+ggas rich, ooh, all we know is cream (n+gga)
cris when i sip (ooh), blunt full of strains (yeah)
neck, wrist, ears froze, i look like johnny dang (n+gga)
look how far i came (ooh), look how far i came (n+gga)
choppa with the scope, ooh, look how far i aim (ooh)
barrel to your temple, now they pickin’ up your brain (n+gga)
neck, wrist, ears froze, i look like johnny dang (let me tell you somethin’, man)

[verse 2: juicy j]
you catching feelings ’bout us, but n+gga, you in the way
woke up, got my d+ck sucked, that’s what i did today
in the middle of the bar, we smokin’ bags of hay
i got two b+tches on my, on my feet like chapter day
i pop these meds like i’m in pain, they take this stress away
you not heavy in the game, you just a feather way
she never seen this much cash, might hyperventilate
i never entertain a ho to all my business straight
i speed up in the street, my young n+ggas rush like a play
they have you singin’ [?] every breath i take
i’d rather paint it on your face than take you on a date
blowin’ gas from outer sp+ce and sippin’ toxic waste

- juicy j xavier wulf lyrics

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