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agosto 17, 2023

Juicy J – Drink To Escape Lyrics

Juicy J – Drink To Escape ( Lyrics ) Letra Juicy J Juicy J – Drink To Escape ( Lyrics )

Pimp, they a ho, they a pimp, they a ho
They a pimp, they a ho
They a money makin’ Mitch (Uh-huh), breaker

Drink to escape, bottle to the face
Pussy on my mind, I ain’t fucked all day
I don’t give a fuck what a hater gotta say
I’ma pop, I’ma sip, bitch, I drink to celebrate
Sip until we tippy, let’s get trippy on some drank
Take your mind off, take your time off
Take your top off and your lace
You the one I can’t escape, girl, you fuckin’ up the bass
I throw thousands in your face, you throw ass, make it shake
Get your pay, money on the floor all day, what you make?
‘Cause every nigga in here wanna know what’s your name
Paying your subscription for tuition, run your game
Pussy run the world, that ain’t gon’ change

Ain’t no time for small talk, real niggas ball hog
Chalkin’ pussy out, I’ma ratchet-ass raw dog
Bitch ain’t got no class, graduated out of Harvard
Rather shake her ass in a club full of ballers
Hoes breaking laws, hoes breaking records
Sixty-grand on the floor, that’s a band every second
All the church girls who got ass is a blessing
To a nigga like me who’ll never learn his lesson
What you drinkin’ on? I can play along
It’s either you or that ass that I’m takin’ home
‘Cause your pussy off the hook like a cordless phone
If you a freak like me, put a porno on
‘Cause I’m a dawg, I’m a motherfuckin’ Ruff Ryde’
And this dick long, bitch, can you feel the truck size, nigga?
Put your paws on the floor and I’ma bust all in it
Man, these hoes like phones, bitch, you charge every minute?

Pimp, they a ho
They a pimp, they a ho (Get your pay)
They a pimp, they a ho
They a money makin’ Mitch (Get your pay)
They a pimp, they a ho
They a pimp, they a ho (Get your pay)
They a pimp, they a ho
They a money makin’ Mitch (Get your pay)
They a pimp, they a ho
They a pimp, they a ho (Get your pay)
They a pimp, they a ho
They a money makin’ Mitch (Get your pay)

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abril 5, 2023

Lyrics Juicy J – Going Through Sum Sh..

Juicy J – Going Through Sum Sh.. (Official Video) Lyrics

Mane when my momma passed away, it sent me to a dark place

Going through some shit real niggas only deal with
Life is a bitch, you still fuck her on a period
Cold in these streets a nigga hungry for that meal ticket
Racing for this cash I ain’t got no fucking kill switch
Back against the wall niggas plottin’ on my riches
Gotta watch these niggas I see gators from a distance
Catch and cook they ass, get lil momma make some biscuits
When you come from the Memphis niggas eat the competition
Icy ghetto bling nigga I’m way too luxurious
My weed got diamonds in it I get high and delirious
Black as Eddie Murphy but my joker’s way to serious
When bullets get to flying niggas start to disappear and shit
Niggas in they feelings you so mothafuckin’ curious
Bet they be talkin’ ‘bout me then they say that they be hearing shit

What type of niggas is y’all? Shut the fuck up

Watch you come around you can’t be fucking with these bitches
Working with some police man these niggas is some piglets
Can’t talk on the phone niggas out here hearing “click, click”
Moving like a don you ain’t running from no heat, heat
Watch you come around you can’t be fucking with these bitches
Working with some police man these niggas is some piglets
Can’t talk on the phone niggas out here hearing “click, click”
Moving like a don you ain’t running from no heat, heat

I ain’t quick to trust a bitch, that ain’t part of the experience
Fuck ‘em fast and furious, point, blank, period
Hoes that’s in your business be the ones your niggas sleeping with
Fly to get your trust and swallow nuts and get you killed quick
Ain’t no time for sucka shit, we’re no bucket, bitch boy
If you ain’t at the top than you ain’t the one they fucking with
It’s rules to this shit, keep a chopper and a zip
With extendo smoking indo, out the end zone I don’t miss
Kiss my daughter every morning she know daddy out to get
Every time I leave a house I gotta watch out for a snitch
I pulled up in that Hellcat man that bitch is a witch
I started demon time nigga I’m three six
You’re looking at hood rich, I might take your shit
Slap a hating ass nigga watch him cry like a bitch
Middle finger mothafucka you a hoe and a trick
Tear the fuckin’ club up when this play that shit

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fevereiro 25, 2022

Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa – Weak

Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa – Weak Lyrics
Weak Lyrics, Letra:

Intro: Project Pat, Juicy J & Logic
The main nigga on the block, where it’s hot, talking shit (Man, everybody wanna be a gangster, man)
Gon’ be the main motherfucker somewhere dead in a ditch (You know what I’m sayin’?)
What Juicy say? He like, “Shut the fuck up”
I really don’t know why, though
Maybe we can fuck when the internet
(Mafia)

Chorus: Juicy J
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Ayy)
Weak-ass bitch (Ayy), weak-ass bitch (You tell ‘em)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Uh-huh)
Weak-ass bitch (Yeah), weak-ass bitch (You know it)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (What?)
Weak-ass bitch, weak-ass bitch (Ayy)
When I say, “Wеak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Ayy)
Weak-ass bitch (Ayy), weak-ass bitch (Don’t be scarеd now)

Verse 1: Juicy J
Pop it off (Pop it off)
Choppers on, it’s a war (Nigga)
Walk him down, spin the block, shoot some more (Boom)
Man down (Down), send him up, check the score (Check it)
Mama cryin’, fuck the laws, call the morgue (Call ‘em)
It’s real in my city, it’s like World War 3 (World war 3)
Young niggas been drawin’ down on MPD (They don’t give a fuck)
Ain’t got shit to lose, they got shit to prove (Shit to prove)
Get your ass whacked, you won’t even make the news (Nigga, North Memphis)
Memphis ‘bout that action like The Rock and Tom Cruise (North Memphis)
Catch you lackin’, now, you sleepin’, nigga, put your shit on snooze (North Memphis)
Only rule, it ain’t no rules, all these young niggas got bangers (North Memphis)
Now you can’t tell your partner, “Be careful,” gotta tell your nigga, “Stay dangerous”
Chorus: Juicy J & BIG30
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Ayy)
Weak-ass bitch (Yeah), weak-ass bitch (Yeah)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Uh)
Weak-ass bitch (Ayy), weak-ass bitch (You tell ‘em)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Ayy)
Weak-ass bitch (Ayy), weak-ass bitch (Ho)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Bitch)
Weak-ass bitch (Ho), weak-ass bitch (Blrrrd)

Verse 2: BIG30
When I say, “Pop out” (Pop out), they pop out with a switch (A switch)
Hit a nigga or a bitch, come through with everything but the kit (On God)
Thirty shots come out the ceiling, we disguise in dresses and wigs
You think this car full of bitches ‘til we pop out, get to hittin’
All my killers be overkill, if you send a doctor, you blessed (Blrrrd)
Boy, your life ain’t worth two words, if I tell ‘em, get you, say less (Say less)
You might catch me in your city with four hundred shots, nothin’ less (Nothin’ less)
Give a fuck about that ‘Vette ‘til they can’t cover up your head, blrrrd, blrrrd (Blrrrd)
I’m CMO (Certified), I’m CEO, Big Choppa Gang, the leader
Smoke more dope than Wiz Khalifa (Gas, gas), I stay full of Percs and reefer (Gas, I’m high, I’m fly)
I’m sippin’ syrup, fly as the birds, scrap with a Desert Eagle (Blrrrd)
You a snitch, so I ain’t kill shit and you are not one of mine, neither (Nah)

Chorus: Juicy J, BIG30 & Wiz Khalifa
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Bitch)
Weak-ass bitch (Ho, ho), weak-ass bitch (Ho)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Bitch)
Weak-ass bitch (Ha), weak-ass bitch (Ho)
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch”
Weak-ass bitch, weak-ass bitch
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch”
Weak-ass bitch (Uh), weak-ass bitch
Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa
Khalifa fresh up out the gym, puttin’ them numbers up
They can get mad as they want, they can’t fuck with us
I bought a Taylor Gang chain and got my niggas one
I took the little one on tour, then bought a bigger one
She got her feelings now, I can’t deal with a weak bitch
She fuck with gangsters, keep it gangster, she like G shit
I parked my Rolls-Royce, then pulled up in my old school
Ain’t pillow talkin’ ‘bout no nigga, that’s how hoes move
I copped the double R and traded in that big Mercedes
We started underground and now we fuckin’ up the majors
Diamonds in different flavors, your bitch, you could never save her
Get a massage and take a nap, and wake up countin’ paper

Outro: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa
When I say, “Weak-ass,” you say, “Bitch” (Bitch, yeah)
Yup

julho 15, 2016

You – Wiz Khalifa feat. Juicy J and Liam Payne

LETRA & VIDEO OFICIAL DA MUSICA
Man
What’s up man
Its time bruh
They’ve been waiting on this collab
This goes out to the
All the chicks on Snapchat
They love that social media life and shit

All I need is you
See anything you want
Anything you want girl
All I see is you
Anything you want
Anything you open
All I need is you
Anything you want
Anything you want girl
All I see is you
Anything you want

You my bitch, ain’t no time for hoe who can’t
Who can’t walk in heels, who pussy smell like shit
If I told you tote that strap, you’ll pop a lick
Never keep that drama you a real real, real real
I’m standing up like I rock it
I’m ready to blow and I ain’t got to cock it
I got you wetter than ever
I’mma do it to ya begging me to stop it
You got the world in your pants
My heart in your hands
Ass softer than some jello
I’m gon’ knock your boots into stilettos
Have your singing like Adele, (Hello)
Room full of chicks ‘bout to line ‘em up
If they go both ways I’mma sign them up
Girl take off them Vickys then take off my suit
Cause all I want is you and all you need is juice

All I need is you
See anything you want
Anything you want girl
All I see is you (Tell ‘em Liam)
Anything you want
Anything you open
All I need is you
Anything you want
Anything you want girl
All I see is you
Anything you want

I bring the KK through you can grind it up
Work all day now its time to fuck
Coming up short no they not like us
Can’t talk bank they got enough
Drink Bombay ‘til I’m out of touch
Go good she gon’ fall in love
Its been a long time since she got a nut
We can take our time we ain’t got to rush
And nah she don’t need no wedding ring
This the shit that we go through everyday
I let her know she can everything
Be a coach I can teach you how to run a play
Ba a boss tell you girls that you want to stay
Take if off when I give it don’t run away
Your ex-boyfriend he a throw away
Seen him in the club hating the other day
But all I need is a big bag of weed and
You by my side, girl I know you down to ride
Big cribs got lots of those
Fast cars got lots of those
Khalifa man got lots of hoes
I ain’t really thinking about ‘em though

Shawty want to smoke me out
Shawty want to smoke me out
Shawty want to smoke me out
Smoke me out, smoke me out

Shawty want to smoke me out
Shawty want to smoke me out
Shawty want to smoke me out
Smoke me out, smoke me out
All I need is you