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oj da juiceman - f.u.c.k. lyrics

[hook]
18 thou for a chicken
pacman sent on a plane from denver
remix then i’m going to the press machine
broke n-ggas out here panhandle me
while i’m sipping codeine and promethyzine
one eye out for the police
dea they slime to me
f.u.c.k police
f-ck 12 f-ck 12 one more time
f-ck 12 f-ck 12 yeah yeah

[oj da juiceman]
i was sitting in the store just chilling
12 pulled in straight tripping
45 on my waist [?]
young n-gga trying to dodge that prison
first thing on my mind, first thing i thought
young n-gga should’ve stuck to the the ink pen
[?] trying to put me back in the pig pen
mad at the juice cause a n-gga made a million of the pad and the ink pen
pull a n-gga over, search a n-gga down
thought that n-gga had that straight gl-ss again
little did he know, just served a bar
i just dropped off to my cousin and them
[?] add the remix now i’m iced up like a canned good
pack touched down, inventory good
now a n-gga trying to look like sam’s club
pacman wrist, play y’all game and n-gga knock this out the ballpark

[hook]

[tony bandz]
pulled up on me all minding my god d-mn business
thought he hit the jack pot but that p-ssy ain’t gonna get sh-t
just dropped off a load [?]
ain’t no lollygagging get it off, get gone
try not to tumble cause they try and make you fumble
that’s why when they ride by, i be looking humble
but no, i can’t f-ck with them
for sure, i’m on f-ck n-ggas
5 fingers with the bird finger in the air
and that motherf-cking bird finger screaming f-ck 12

[hook]

[lil d.r.e.]
alright pull up, hop out
bad b-tch might pop out
f-ck police they nut up
cause a n-gga out here getting money
quarter pound for the god d-mn honey
while a n-gga running around here stunting
got a police running that engine
got a rubber band around my money
whole building on [?]
then pull off, f-ck 12 i hit the gas in line with your b-tch
talking about whole things, plug hit my line
that gangsta sh-t and box talk i be flexing now
see i’m on my sh-t, got bands on bands with the straps
that boy keep playing that boy get murdered
for playing around in that trap, f-ck 12

[hook]

- oj da juiceman lyrics

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