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tiny meat gang - juice lyrics

[verse 1: cody ko]
you skinny f-ckers can’t relate (you skinny f-ckers can’t relate)
i’m waiting tables with the way i’m stacking plates (waiting tables)
ain’t a dealer but i’m pushin’ bars (pushin’ bars)
i’m seven at the 24 on sunset boulevard
might be ashamed if you pull up on that press (pull up on that press)
i’m on my algebra, b-tch yeah we get x (we get x)
i’ll take you out (i’ll take you out)
this ain’t a flex (blergh)
f-ck around and aim these cannons at your chest

[hook: noel miller & cody ko]
i don’t pop bars, no adderal (no adderal)
i’m not one to f-ck around with molly bruh (don’t f-ck around)
i don’t drink booze, no grey goose (no grey goose)
man, the only thing i’m f-ckin’ with is juice (only thing i’m f-ckin’ with)
i don’t pop pills, no cocaine (no cocaine)
i can’t mess with that it’s messin’ with my gains (messin’ with my game)
i don’t sip lean, no codeine
man, the only thing i’m f-ckin’ with is t (only thing i’m f-ckin’ with)

[verse 2: noel miller]
i see you brought your gang gang witcha (gang witcha)
actin’ like some hard hitters (pew pew)
a couple 4.5’s rip ya
i’m takin’ shots no picture
my test’ level on the richter
your girl pull up on her knees, that’s a deadlift (yup)
you put down two instead of three, boy, that’s a set trip (trip trip)
i smash a hundred milligrams this a gear shift (pew)
i’m hittin’ depth, hard flex, watch my threads rip

[verse 3: cody ko]
if you some women you get hit on
moon-man with the cycle that i been on
but in my d-ck i’m losing feelin’
i’m lookin’ in the mirror, tryna c-m, that’s my mission
i been takin’ mad sh-t, poppin’ little blue pills in the sack, liquid t in my fridge
dedicated to the gains
and my family feelin’ shame but it’s worth the sh-t runnin’ through my veins

[hook: noel miller & cody ko]
i don’t pop bars, nowhere to run (nowhere to run)
i’m not one to f-ck around with molly bruh (don’t f-ck around)
i don’t drink booze, no grey goose (no grey goose)
man, the only thing i’m f-ckin’ with is juice (only thing i’m f-ckin’ with)
i don’t pop pills, no cocaine (no cocaine)
i can’t mess with that it’s messin’ with my gains (messin’ with my game)
i don’t sip lean, no codeine
man, the only thing i’m f-ckin’ with is tea

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