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Jordan Michael Houston (memphis, Tennessee, 5 De Abril De 1975), Mais Conhecido Pelo Nome Artístico Juicy J, é Um Rapper, Compositor E Produtor Musical Norte-americano.ele Foi Um Dos Membros Fundador Do Grupo De Rap Three 6 Mafia, Criado Em 1991, Ven
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juicy j - still hustlin
juicy j - it s in me to hustle
juicy j - u trippy mane
juicy j - having sex
[Intro]
If you believe in having sex say "hell yea" (hell yea)
If you believe in having sex say "hell yea" (hell yea)
If you believe in having sex say "hell yea" (hell yea)
If you believe in having sex say "hell fuck yea" (yes sir)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Shawty throw me that ass, hold up let me see it
Pop it let me touch it, bring it back and let me squeeze it
Go on show me that pussy cat, I'mma take it home and feed it
If it's good as it looks, might go in raw and seed it
Pop a couple of these bands, she poppin' open that G-string
Pussy wet as a pool, and Juicy J's in the deep end
Bands a make her dance, I don't tip till I see pussy
And she ain't got no waist line, that ass as soft as a seat cushion
Damn right I make it rain, all night that's a hurricane
Strip club run out of ones,I'm throwin' twenties I dont need change
Every time she drop it, I'm goin' off to my pocket
Fifty thousand in the air, I ain't worried I got it
[Hook]X2
[Verse 2: Trina]
I believe in having sex, bitch I'm Miss America
I do want I wanna do, and I fuck him in my Panamera
Uh yea, fat bitch, don't see no bra, savage
I don't even fuck around 'bout the cabbage
Them hoes just sweet, average
J know the mango Juicy, he love my big go booty
Louboutins bake my cookie, Bugatti bitch no hooptie
If I let you feature my movie, my legs wrapped around my neck
If I let you feature in my movie, somebody cuttin' me a big check
Hoodrich, he got a donkey dick
I'm Auquafina make 'em dive in it
I wanna feel his third leg while he's strokin' it
Throw my face in the pillow while he crankin' it
Oh yea, bend me over take a pic, stroke me good throw me deep dick
Lets put this shit on Instagram, it's Juicy J and Trina bitch
[Hook]X2
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I don?t give a fi-nuck, put in her gin-uts
Hit a strip club, ran out of ones so now I got to re-up
I don?t give a fi-nuck, put in her gin-uts
I don?t give a, I don?t give a, I don?t, I don?t, I don?t, I don?t
I don?t give a fi-nuck, put in her gin-uts
Hit a strip club, ran out of ones so now I got to re-up
Sex pistol, lady killer, b-b-b-bust a nut on her, and that's baby sittin', (damn)
OK now next contestent, I smoked a blunt for breakfast
Skeeted on her chest, and thats a fuckin' necklace
By the time you get back, I'll be somewhere leave a strokers
With a girl like Pocahontas, with her hair down to her shoulders
Unconditional love, we can do it in a Porsche
From the Porsche to the wall, wall to the sofa
I'm supposed to post her, it's La Cosa Nostra
Then I pull her closer, hit her with the poker
[Hook]
juicy j - i m ballin
juicy j - 20 zig zags
juicy j - bandz a make her dance
Bands a make her dance [x6]
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
Short hair like Nia Long, loose one she don't need it long
She start twerking when she hear a song, the strippper pole her income
We get trippy and then some, so nasty when she rolling
She put that ass off in my hands, I remote control it
She give me dome when the roof gone, at the K O D she live with me
She got friends bring three, I got drugs I got drinks
Bend it over juicy j gone poke it like wet paint
You say no to ratchet pussy, juicy j can't
Racks everywhere, they're showing racks I'm throwing racks
In the VIP rubber on I'm stretching it
Bitch niggas tippin, broke niggas looking
And it ain't a strip club if they ain't showing pussy.
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands.
Down in Atlanta, about to hit up magic
Throw some money in the air all the bad bitches gone grab it
Straight off the floor she gonna need a couple of bags
Like a broke atm I'm a spillin all this cash
Them niggas in the club don't be spending shit
20 stacks in one night, I be on trippy shit
My crib's paid off, but I'm still paying rent
A couple of condos paid, she loving every cent
She make that ass clap dancing like she on a dick
Bring it back i threw a stack that's a lucky bitch
Up and down she's going she's sliding on that pole
Making money stacking up hundreds shawty cold
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands
juicy j - show out
[Hook x4: Young Jeezy]
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Light green, northern lights, gettin' sucked into midnight
Blue Jag, white Range, candy car, kryptonite
I be proin', I keep these bitches hoeing
Want a date? Straight-up pimp
If you want some, you can find me in the H-Town
Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the ki
And bitch, my dick was never free
Didn't know if I wanted to rap or sell coke
Cause niggas like me ain't never broke
I traded in my Pyrex for a shiny Rolex
The bitches want sex, but all I'm fuckin' with is checks
I'm smokin' out, pouring up, whippin' my DeVille
Took out the air bag, put in a wood wheel
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I've got rocks in my watch, I've got mud in my Sprite
I'm ridin' low key, and I'm high as a kite
Juicy that nigga, you niggas gon' learn
This ice on my neck gave me freezer burn
I'm not goin' broke like MC Hammer
Still blowin' money like birthday candles
Your bitch in my whip and she's gone off the mollies
My eyes be Chinese and my doors know karate
Bitch, I'm so rich and you know what I like
Some drugs, couple of bitches that dyke
One of them hoes that I'm fuckin' just might be your wife
Take her then give her this pipe, rollin' papers, we blazin' up
Take a chick out shopping, she wanna fuck
Wanna speak to me? You don't make enough
Get your money right, stop saving these sluts
Hit single and a world tour, fuck you mean? That's more cream
In a hotel, on the top floor gettin' more head than oil sheen
Nigga feelin' like Rambo, got a fully automatic in my Lambo'
Rich nigga still country like a banjo
Shoot a nigga 'til i run out of ammo
And I've got an R&B chick 'bout to get fucked silly
I'm trippy, she trippy, showtime, let's get it
White girls with a ass fat like skinnies
Group sex on tour, every night a new city
In the club with my Louis bag
You know that bitch got dope in it
My credit card like Silkk The Shocker
Black card with no limit
[Hook]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
You know, all the time I'm on the grind
Sucker, better get fuck shit off your mind
The .45 gon' keep fuck boys in line
I run up on 'em, tell 'em "separate yours from mine"
They way behind and I'm way ahead
Ridin' with a bitch gettin' major head
She like: "Damn, homeboy, we ain't made it yet?"
I'm like: "Not if you ain't swallowed these babies yet"
Okay, everywhere that I go out, I'm walkin' in and I show out
And man, all the dough that I throw out
Is sure to turn these lil' hoes out
These bitches already knowin' that everywhere that I'm goin'
I'm in a fast car that cost a quarter-mill
And I'm ridin' it like it's stolen
Hustle Gang, gangrene, in God we trust
Anybody gettin' money is down with us
"Fuck you" to the nigga who was talkin' tough
But not because you turnt, because you broke as fuck
That shit contagious, they probably hatin'
I shop at Neimans, you shop at Macy's
Yo J's dirty, I paid 30
For a one-way trip on a plane Thursday
Hope lames heard me, got cash in hand
50 grand all wrapped in elastic bands
Nigga wanna be the man, I'm past the man
Fuck with me, they will never see your ass again
I'll turn your ass to a rocket, to the moon you go
Like some shit that you done seen on cartoons before
You can't hide nowhere my goons won't go
Turnt up last night, finna do it once more, aye
[Outro: Young Jeezy]
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
juicy j - bounce it
[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah... yeah, we gon' stay trippy for life, mane
Yeah... I'm 'bout to take yo' girl (bounce it)
Check it...
[Hook: Trey Songz] + (Juicy J)
Bounce it (bounce it), bounce it (bounce it)
I?m about to throw a couple thousand (bounce it)
Bounce it (bounce it), bounce it (bounce it)
I?m about to throw a couple thousand
(Ones, fives, tens, twenties)
(Work your way up to them big face hundreds - just bounce it)
Bounce it (bounce it), bounce it (bounce it)
I?m about to throw a couple thousand
[Juicy J]
Yessir...
I love the way she slow dance, she make me throw more bands
Grabbin' ass with both hands, she in love with the dope man
She wanna be my main chick, I was thinking different (different)
Clap that ass, light our blunt, baby, let?s get ig'nant (ig'nant)
She?s strips for the Gs, rake cash like leaves
She got double Ds, and ain?t shit free
Came with my goons but I?m leaving with a diva
With an ass like Serena and a face like Aaliyah
Redbone in some red bottoms, she ain?t finished college, she a head doctor
Bouncing ass while I?m getting high as propellers on a helicopter
Let?s do it again, me, you and your friend
We don?t even need a room, give me head up in my Benz
Where my double cup, time to pour it up
Got a bitch so bad you can?t afford to fuck
Bounce it
[Hook]
[Wale]
Wale though, le'go...
Hands is on her you know what, ?cause bandz a make her you know what
And I can make a girl break fast, my pants be on that too much lust
And I?m ?bout whatever baby, take a photo, I?m looking good
And these breezies are so beneath you, understand you?re misunderstood
Premium leather goods, we pay whatever for it
All of these pussy niggas, only under influenced
Throw a block up then I back out, like that
Roll a pack out, took a light hit, might nap
Got a thick bitch with a trip stick I?ma smack
And a bucket but we nothing but tatted
Bald-headed scallywags, real niggas salute me
Catch me at that Memphis game, seats saved by Rudy
Or Marc Gasol, or Selby do, that?s plenty dough
That?s Juicy J, Folarin, got it then get me those
Ralph!
[Hook]
[Juicy J]
Turn up...
Juicy be trippy and paid up like Diddy,
Toss up that cash and she show me her kitty
Got some white girl and a white girl, do Montana line off of her titty
Ain?t tryna fuck, I just found a replacement
Feelin' so global, I think I need asian
Ratchet on deck and they know I?m gon? stunt
I?m tryna get head while smoking a blunt
Take her to my hotel, beat the pussy up
I don?t know her name, but I wanna fuck
Along came Molly, then came Doobie, then codeine in a styrofoam cup
See me in the club, bands pop, they poppin'
Do it real good, might take you shoppin'
All these racks can?t fit in my pocket
Keep that stack, hundred K in the stocking
Then it?s back to my room, she come out her dress
Slob on my knob, think you know the rest
I don?t buy these broads Nike, but I keep these girls in check
Working for that money, bitch, you gon? have to break a sweat
Bounce it
[Hook]
[Trey Songz]
...I?m about to throw a couple thousand
...I?m about to throw a couple thousand
juicy j - codine cups
juicy j - hell of a drug
juicy j - i won t miss ya
juicy j - money mane
juicy j - smokin rollin
You niggas ain't high as me
But I got a way you can do it
Im smokin' I'm rollin' (x16)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Codeine in my system, mane this life outstanding
Feel like I'm on another planet, I don't plan on landing
My Audemar is iced out, ice cream soft served
Prescription pills, prescription weed, drink prescription cough syrup
My swag belong on the short bus, I'm smokin' out in my tour bus
I'm chasing after that long money and I don't take no short cuts
Where the hell is we headed, I don't know but I'm high
I roll another zip of that fire, scream Taylor Gang or die
A zip and a double cup, bitch I'm pourin' up
Introduce ya to the fast life, but I'm slow as fuck
Bad bitch she take a sip, after that she open up
Livin' like a rockstar, I've never been sober bruh
Im smokin' I'm rollin' (x16)
Ugh
Smashing out, lashing out, keeping these bitches cashing out
Licking they ass, passing out
Don't give a fuck if they mad or not
What you gon' do when they come for you
I'mma bust back like a hog would do
Macking game, on the lose
Sip the foam, cup the deuce
High pursuit for a prostitute
Hoes wanna choose, what's stopping you
That nigga there cock blocking you
I'mma show you what a rock baller do
I might rip the road like Pendergrass
Pimp C, ain't Teddy P
I just jump in the Benz and smash the gas
She wanna give me some ass, but the dick ain't free
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