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shac from da 3 – juice lyrics

[hook]
i got bags, think i’m santa, while the wrist panorama
i got molly, ‘caine left up in the phantom
i got m-th-f-ckin’ juice
this that m-th-f-ckin’ juice
shop at lenox so expensive got me spending on them titties
so delicious and she naked throwing 50s
off my m-th-f-ckin’ roof
this that m-th-f-ckin’ juice

[verse 1]
white like a handyman
sprite and codeine i’m the candyman
brick it’s so [?] like a [?]
there girls in the room better wash yo hands
clip with the [?]
blow you away like a f-cking fan
rap up and spin like the taliban
lay down on your belly like salaman
50 grams 20 grams
i am the gram man, grand slam
they calling me instagram
don’t worry bout a caravan
50s and 100s i need em i need em they run it
my b-tch from miami she keep all the work in her stomach
shac, why the f-ck you keep stuntin’?
aston martin going backwards throwing money
b-tch i don’t know you for nothing
hit my line, get sum from me

[bridge 1]
i got birds think i’m flying
on the curb with the pilot
in cavalli popping molly
got 2 b-tches in the lobby
and they going and they know it
pussy furry made her mow it
and if she don’t come back i don’t owe her

[hook]
n-gg- i got bags think i’m santa, while the wrist panorama
i got molly, ‘caine left up in the phantom
i got m-th-f-ckin’ juice
this that m-th-f-ckin juice
shop at lenox so expensive got me spending on them titties
so delicious and she naked throwing 50s
off my m-th-f-ckin’ roof
this that m-th-f-ckin’ juice

[verse 2]
pour up the cup n-gg-
sprite with the lean got me stuck n-gg-
i don’t f-ck b-tches that f-ck n-gg-s
and all of me b-tches they f-ck with it
do you talk? f-ck snitching
liu kang got the trunk kicking
yellow diamonds with the front pissing
fishtail with the bun missing
top, going crazy in the f-cking audi
my b-tch spoiled she so f-cking sn-bby
‘scuse me ma’am, give me brain, i don’t need no body, d-mn
hit and smash on this new ducati
uncle sam 50 bands make yo grandma stand
on the mans slide the door shootig out the van
(doo doo doo) bullets jammed n-gg- these bullets don’t jab
came out the coupe with a monsoon in my hand

[bridge 2]
bags think i study
work the wrist with the money
if he tryna take it from me
we gon’ shoot it out at publix
extra mayo on the jag
i got weed, i got dabs
if she want it then she gotta let me stab

[hook]
n-gg- i got bags think i’m santa, while the wrist panorama
i got molly ‘caine left up in the phantom
i got m-th-f-ckin’ juice
this that m-th-f-ckin’ juice
shop at lenox so expensive got me spending on them titties
so delicious and she naked throwing 50s
off my m-th-f-ckin’ roof
this that m-th-f-ckin’ juice

- shac from da 3 lyrics

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