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oj da juiceman - bang lyrics

[intro: oj da juiceman]
just another day on the bouldercrest turf
just around the corner, young n-gga got murked
talking all that sh-t, now his face is on a shirt
if you run up on me wrong, i’ma shoot you like i’m dirk

[hook: oj da juiceman]
just another day on the bouldercrest turf
just around the corner, young n-gga got murked
talking all that sh-t, now his face is on a shirt
if you run up on me wrong, i’ma shoot you like i’m dirk
bang (6x), i’ma shoot you like i’m dirk
bang (6x), i’ma shoot you like i’m dirk, n-gga

[verse 1: oj da juiceman]
time to do a drill, i don’t need no pill
all a n-gga need stolen car and some sh-lls
dancing with the devil, ’bout to send your -ss to h-ll
glock 27, long extendo for my clip
bandana and a donkey, cinnabon drum for my stick
when that skrrt hit the corner, boy i’m down with the sh-t
when that windows come down, left his pants full of sh-t
now his momma wanna cry ’cause she raised a li’l b-tch
put that n-gga on a shirt, may that p-ssy rest in p-ss
while i’m still getting money out here flipping these bricks
blowing gas in the kitchen while i activate my wrist (gas)
drinking up the lean, pouring up the actavis (aye!)

[verse 2: yung tank]
[?] i ain’t even gotta c-ck
boy you better that i’m with the sh-ts (ask about it)
white girl say she love my glock
’cause that b-tch got a big black d-ck
n-gga talking sh-t but it’s down on the low
talking amongst each other, yeah they thought we ain’t know
but when we run into ’em, n-gga there’s no problems
juiceman, bouldercrest, f-ck n-gga, not one
shoot up a whole apartment complex and you don’t hit sh-t but a little girl
that’s like me shooting up a whole park, b-tch and don’t hit sh-t but a motherf-cking squirrel
try to play juice out the zip for 500
talking ’bout you k!lled some, b-tch you ain’t k!lled nothing
all [?] set [?] book
f-ck n-gga, you a dumb -ss crook
.44 bulldog in the b-tch car, silencer on the strap but the 20 is a loss like
boy, hit you long way like dirk, hoe
glock 18 go bang like kirko
just made 6100 off a bag of gas
juice made 30 bands off a half a brick
sh-t, we really up 30, b-tch

- oj da juiceman lyrics

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