peewee longway - juice lyrics
ft. young thug
fingers, you, man, off my juice
spikes on top of jimmy choos
so fresh that i made the news
made a million in the trap, dealing fool
20 bands in my locker at school
me and longway too cool for you fools
mpa, ysl what it do?
we don’t play fair or play by your rules
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
with a bad b-tch smoking on fruit
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
in the foreign whip, pulling up, juice
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
with the sh-t throw a line like my clique
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
i got the boots, i got a coupe
i got no roof
i got a boo, she got a boo with way bigger b–bs
only we thuggin’
we switching through b-tches and we like to f-ck ’em by the two
jumanji, jumanji, giuseppe, adding a leprechaun
b-tch, you move
i walk in the club and i damage
my coupe is all filled with gadgets
get way too much green like a salad
wrap it and ship it the package
y’all n-gg-s trapping and rapping
i got the pints stacked up in my cabinet
young rich n-gg- live lavish
i’m doing it all for the kids
i’m spending a hundred bands, that f-ck up my kidneys
straight digging on the molly, know she feeling
i got the juice, pull up after school with your b-tch
rolling up the good fruit
sipping and spilling, pour 8 in the deuce
lean, lean, lean
i’m like a fifth for the week
i got pains only for me
smoking on g
i knew what it do, it is too plain to see
long way lil’ b-tch check my feng shui
i got the juice in the booth, we can turn the f-ck up any day
fingers, you, man, off my juice
spikes on top of jimmy choos
so fresh that i made the news
made a million in the trap, dealing fool
20 bands in my locker at school
me and longway too cool for you fools
mpa, ysl what it do?
we don’t play fair or play by your rules
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
with a bad b-tch smoking on fruit
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
in the foreign whip, pulling up, juice
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
with the sh-t throw a line like my clique
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
how the f-ck i can’t afford
my molly wide like a tourist
her booty fatter than norbit
i told your b-tch that she was gorgeous
just a little something to do when i get bored
might pull up, get head in the porsche
light the f-ck up, leave the b-tches, no torch
hundred b-tches stuffed in the honda accord
hundred grand inside my pockets, saying take molly
i’mma make your b-tch snort it
here we all ate a blue m&m
made a million dollar dealing, fool
my style is so far, she instant my body
and put spikes on top of my jimmy choos
got spikes on my louis vuitton’s
my diamonds they hit it and fight like’
that p-ssy so wet, i think she got shot in the coochie with the uzi
i don’t f-ck with dudes, playing with y’all but making breaking news
no doctor prescription but we got the juice
colossal living, devil all peekaboo
fingers, you, man, off my juice
spikes on top of jimmy choos
so fresh that i made the news
made a million in the trap, dealing fool
20 bands in my locker at school
me and longway too cool for you fools
mpa, ysl what it do?
we don’t play fair or play by your rules
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
with a bad b-tch smoking on fruit
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
in the foreign whip, pulling up, juice
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
with the sh-t throw a line like my clique
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
i think i’m 2pac, got the juice
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