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Juicy J - Name It After Me lyrics
[Verse 1: Juicy J] Now I'm gonna tell you bout this flippin When I ride down the strippin Bentley rolls on these hoes Couple months a nigga be flippin And you always see me glistenin Window down bumpin system Some of these cowards out here hatin Keep on hatin cause I aint finished Just a nigga from the hood Tryin to keep it to the good Wit dem gangs run the street And they push dem Cadillac woods And dem fellas on parole Tryin to keep them pockets swole But we gotta trust dem gods Neither one can save our soul From these crooked ass cops That'd be rollin down our block mane Tryin to flip dis change But they fuckin up my stock mane Baby need sum shoes And my broad need some weed But I cant work no job So I'm out hurr smokin weed And I gotta keep on hustlin Cause a nigga gotta eat You can find me at the candy ladies Slangin packs of P Minimum wage five fifty And they wonder why we deal Why niggas always stressin Drinkin liquor poppin pills [Chorus: Frayser Boy] + (Juicy J) The game aint the same, we done changed the game Stay the fuck away from us, we dont fuck wit you ladies The game aint the same, we done changed the game Stay the fuck away from us, we dont fuck wit you ladies (So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks) (On yo block, in your fuckin face, hit this all off) (So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks) (On yo block, in your fuckin face, hit this all off) [Verse 2: Frayser Boy] Nigga I dont fuck witch you Nigga u dont fuck with me Dogg you talk behind my back Just because the shit you see Man you got yo bitch ways Glocks up in ya just like a hoe When you mention pimpin Best believe it My niggas let me know All up in my niggas face Got my name up in yo mouth Dont make a nigga like me Knock yo fuckin grill out So you best chill out Keep everythang on the straight Dont be smilin in my face And when I leave dogg you hate When I see you man we sweet Just before the shit go Nigga I aint fuck yo bitch So what the fuck you hatin fo Ol shaky ass nigga I aint bust a fuckin grape Wanna throw sum fuckin bows Nigga I'll participate Leave the brakes off yo ass Nigga you dont think I will If you wanna keep some peace between us you better chill Just because I dont talk shit Doesnt mean I wont bust heads So dont let nobody else Tell me bout some shit you said hoe [Chorus] |
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