Juicy J's ft. C Watt Lyrics

Girl, don't be shy, whoa

Baby come inside

Ooh, turn down the lights

Cause there is something that I want from you right now

Give me that honey love

Yadamean, Rexx Gang shit

I get juicy J's, come get a zip and a double cup

Balenciaga Gucci's cost your rent, you can add it up

I just pulled on boobie for some runts called Gumbo

Big bro claim planet of the apes, he Jumbo

Matter fact, let me shut the fuck up

Hate When a nigga always tryna fake drunk and he just clumsy

I was 12, seen a nigga get spilt, it was too clumsy

Try kill a opp the gun jammed, it was too rusty

Damn, he must've prayed to God

Let's be real, how you a gangster And obey the law

Broke a P down to half a babies,

I was tryna crawl

Amiri jeans slim fit in 03, it was big and tall

Crazy how I never been out the country, but I seen it all

I get sick and get a head doctor, you get Tylenol

One place I never run into the opps is at the ATM

Only thing I fear is a cop, thats tryna take me in

If you can't afford money on your phone, you need to push your pen

Send a letter, like a M or FNN

In other words, pay up or we gon' spend that bend

Send a bad bitch, that's a 10, put you in that blend

Now She twisted up,

You would have thought a nigga was tryna rob her how

She give it up, back shots, front shots, all crazy

I'm in her guts, blow a bag, get a bag

You know the focus in God, I trust

How the fuck you get a PPP sayin' fuck Donald Trump

Fuck these bitches, I be actin' cheap

I don't even take em to lunch

Way before I ever heard of Ice Spice, I been had a munch

She slime you out if that price right, then I add her up

Yadamean

I get juicy J's, come get a zip and a double cup

Balenciaga Gucci's cost your rent, you can add it up

I just pulled on boobie for some runts called Gumbo

Big bro claim planet of the apes, he Jumbo

Matter fact, let me shut the fuck up

Hate When a nigga always tryna fake drunk and he just clumsy

I was 12, seen a nigga get spilt, it was too clumsy

Try kill a opp the gun jammed, it was too rusty

These Diors on my feet, they cost an ounce of cocaine

Why you ask me what they cost if you know you ain't got the cheese

I ain't never need a bitch, you know I'm what these bitches need

Palms itchin' for this paper, swear it's like a damn disease

He ain't Talkin' bout no fetty, please excuse me, gotta leave

Woke up feelin' good today, I might come out and drop some T's

How you mention gettin' money, if you ain't gon' mention me

I ain't bippin' by myself, I got that bippy on the seat

I ain't work a nine to five, I get my money out the streets

Everyday I'm in the field, I need to go get me some cleats

Everywhere I go, it's on me, don't you ever think it's sweet

Boy, don't make me have my niggas send a blitz like Ed Reed

I get juicy J's, come get a zip and a double cup

Balenciaga Gucci's cost your rent, you can add it up

I just pulled on boobie for some runts called Gumbo

Big bro claim planet of the apes, he Jumbo

Matter fact, let me shut the fuck up

Hate When a nigga always tryna fake drunk and he just clumsy

I was 12, seen a nigga get spilt, it was too clumsy

Try kill a opp the gun jammed, it was too rusty