JUICY J LYRICS
album: "Pure THC: The Hustle Continues" (2015)
For Everybody
(feat. R. City & Wiz Khalifa)
[Intro - Juicy J:]
It's a lot been going on mane
Know I'm saying'
Time for me to address this shit
Tired of hearing about it
Let's go, yeah
[Hook - Juicy J:]
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Pass them all around, they at every party
They ain't gon be loyal, not for anybody
Still I love these hoes
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Oh, that was your girl? oops, I'm sorry
Don't bring her around, this just too much money
Yeah I love these hoes
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
She's a superfreak, superfreak
Met her in Liv last week
She was in there with Meek
In VIP, then she left with me
She said she fuck with Breezy
Do I wanna keep it? Nah, that ho too sleazy
Now she fuck with Jeezy
Don't believe me? The shit's all over TV
Now she work the pole, but you ain't know
That's how she make her dough
Seen her in New York
She was all throwed, forgot we met before
She say she fuck with Drake
I ain't surprised, all these hoes fucking with Drake
I asked why she out this way
Said she on a date, then she left with Trey
When will niggas learn?
Hoes like a doorknob, everybody gets a turn
Chicks be so high-class on the internet
But don't got shit she earned
She got that bag from Juicy J
She got that ass from Rudy Gay
Now your silly ass down on one knee
Fuck man, is you cray?
[Hook - Juicy J:]
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Pass them all around, they at every party
They ain't gon be loyal, not for anybody
Still I love these hoes
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Oh, that was your girl? oops, I'm sorry
Don't bring her around, this just too much money
Yeah I love these hoes
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Man, I fell in love with a stripper
Funny thing is I fell back out of love quicker
They don't pay attention to love anyway
They only concerned with what the haters say
Bottles be turnin these girls into thots
Instagram turnin these wifes into hoes
No real life they just readin the comments
Mess with a real one and get you exposed
I had a time when my mine was caught up
My niggas was lookin like what is he on
My family was too scared to talk to a nigga
Ain't comin back now the case just got closed
She do what she told
Sharin is carin that pussy ain't gold
Sorry you ain't in control
You all about that money, thats shit that I throw
Just make sure you clean off that pole
They turn on the TV and get on the gram
And say that's relationship goals
Trust me don't save em' anything goes with...
[Hook - Juicy J:]
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Pass them all around, they at every party
They ain't gon be loyal, not for anybody
Still I love these hoes
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Oh, that was your girl? oops, I'm sorry
Don't bring her around, this just too much money
Yeah I love these hoes
[Bridge - Juicy J:]
Stop coughing my nigga
Is you the police?
Is you the police?
Is you the police?
Why you coughing my nigga?
Is you the police?
Is you the police?
Is you the police?
[Hook - Juicy J:]
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Pass them all around, they at every party
They ain't gon be loyal, not for anybody
Still I love these hoes
(These hoes)
They for everybody
Oh, that was your girl? oops, I'm sorry
Don't bring her around, this just too much money
Yeah I love these hoes
Writer(s): Theron Makiel Thomas, Lukasz Gottwald, Cameron Thomaz, Henry Walter, Timothy Jamahli Thomas
Copyright: Prescription Songs, Cirkut Breaker LLC, Kasz Money Publishing, T.N.T. Explosive Publishing, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Wiz Khalifa Publishing, Universal Music Corp.
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Ice
(feat. Future & A$AP Ferg)
[Intro:]
Yeah, ice
(Mike Will Made It)
So much ice, so much ice
Your boy Juicy J, let's get it
[Hook - Juicy J:]
Time to hit the club, throw on my ice
Anyone get wronged, put 'em on ice
10 bottles of the Ace, sittin' on ice
Actavis with Jolly Ranchers, pour it over ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice
[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]
Ballin' like a fadeaway, my money don't fadeaway
I wake up, roll one up, brush my teeth, then go get paid
Let's go get this money homie, ain't no way around it
Keep them fuck niggas from around me
I go in like I'm grounded
I'm a rich nigga homie, I don't give a damn
Nigga run up on me, he a dead man
Spend the night with somebody wife in a suite
Got a thot pussy poppin' in a handstand
Style on my ace of spades, come here little momma, have a sip
Juicy J sold dope, they tryna ban a nigga like Actavis
I don't fuck with none of ya'll niggas, like an activist
I be gettin' bent behind tent, like a campin' trip
Brown skin, caramel, shawty just my eye candy
I got so much ice on, I could sink the Titanic
[Hook - Juicy J]
[Verse 2 - Future:]
I was runnin' from the police when I dropped my dough
I almost gave out of breath but I didn't lose hope
I got 350 dimes, I sell 'em two for one
I'm trappin' every single day because I gotta make money
And if a nigga get caught, bitch I'm goin' on the run
I had to learn about that fork and ever since I was stuntin'
They say the undercovers 'round here tryna catch me with somethin'
I heard they ran up in my homies spot and found all the guns
(We bought the AR's with the nuts on 'em
Them chops go blat-blat-blat-dat-dat-dat
When it's necessary put a nigga on ice like Ben and Jerry's
Quarter million worth of of real ice
Cause me and my niggas got merit
[Hook - Juicy J]
[Verse 3 - A$AP Ferg:]
So icy! Like Jeezy & Gucci
Low fade like Boosie
Spit crack like Pookie
All for the love of the coochie
Fuck them Friday through Tuesday
Hit the highway with the Kool-Aid
Smile, I'm in love with that booty
I'm in love with the music, that's why I do it
High off the stupid flow, I use it and abuse it
Half rappers is foolish, they take your brain and pollute it
I Street Fightered a ho, I take your brain and I duke it
I take her brain and I do it, I fucked your dame and you knew it
Got the fame off this crew shit
You couldn't last on this cruise ship
Couldn't last with this flow
I was different on this one
I got hundreds or more
Wait until you hear my new shit
[Hook - Juicy J]
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Low
(feat. Nicki Minaj, Lil Bibby & Young Thug)
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, used to tell her what you said, bro
[Juicy J:]
Me, Juicy J, got too many hoes
Me, Juicy J, got too many flows
Clique ballin' out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the runway
I ain't even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her roommate
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no discussion
It cost to be the boss, my nigga you way outta your budget
Who you playin' with lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low, low
[Hook: Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil¡ momma know I like my kisses down
[Nicki Minaj:]
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like a penguin
I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up with a nigga with a real big dick
That's shit so good, man a bitch came quick
I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch ain't rip
I'm fly every day but a bitch ain't trippin'
You be on that bull, you be on Scott Pippen
I be pimp walkin', I'm limpin'
C's on my bag so they think I'm crippin'
Every nigga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato, niggas
I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low, low
[Hook: Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down
[Lil' Bibby:]
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr. Leave-Her-At-Home-He'll-Take-Your-Ho
Mr. Stack-That-Dough
Young rich nigga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow
Tell a rap nigga, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin', boy, y'all not criminals
At the top, man they talkin' 'bout killin' you
Got two 9's but they're not identical
I'll never trait on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In other words, you a fraud, nigga
I'll pull your card, nigga
I'm a young boss, I'm runnin' shit
Call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen nothin'
At the club, their jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz
30 deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out with my Timbs
I'm in here chillin' with my feet up
I told y'all that I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to kill all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up, watch me eat up
[Hook:]
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low
My beat low
My bass low
I ride low, she go low, low
[Hook: Young Thug]
I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low
Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down, low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down
Writer(s): Theron Makiel Thomas, Lukasz Gottwald, Henry Walter, Onika Tanya Maraj, Timothy Jamahli Thomas, Brandon Dickinson
Copyright: Money Mack Music, Prescription Songs, Lilbibby Publishing, Songs Of Universal Inc., Universal Music Corp., Cirkut Breaker LLC, Kasz Money Publishing, T.N.T. Explosive Publishing, Harajuku Barbie Music
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Still
And I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
I say I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
That's cuz I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
Silly bitch, stop tellin' 'em lies, hoes, stop spittin' 'em rumours
Juicy J, self made skinny nigga, pockets on Yokozuna
She wanna ride like Yokohomas, she fine like Pocahontas
I just might slide off in her with no jimmy, I'm just bein' honest
Still count up trigonomics, still got heat, you doubt us
Fuck around gets you a coozy ass casket playin' 'round with my commas
America KKK most wanted, need to free all my homies
X-ray vision in this crooked ass business, I can see most y'all niggas phony
I'm with someone else wife, I tell the driver bring the car around
Beat the pussy like Iron Mike, bang, bang, bang, bang, lights out
Blowin' on presidential, 'bout to pull up at my white house
You at home, tryna hit her phone, she got my wifebeater on as a nightgown
And I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
I say I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
That's cuz I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
She full of that cheap vodka, bitch hairy like Chewbacca
She got the nerve to be boochie too? man, all these hoes do is gossip
Who'd you fuck for the red bottoms? I heard about you, you a head doctor
You just lookin' for a quick come up? I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins
I'm in a old school Dodge Charger, flyer than a Red Robbin
I got goons and I got goblins, I ball hard like Dennis Rodman
Niggas hatin' on me, what's the problem?
Is you mad cuz I run shit and y'all jogging
Is you mad, cuz I shake and bake Ricky Bobby
I'm a muthafuckin [?]
Comin' from a cut like a blind barber
When I drive by, my car look like a flyin' saucer
Still don't want your lady? She lucky if she even get a dime off me
It's crazy what my last 5G cost me
Sip lean in the mornin', never tried coffee
Fuck her once, kick her out, bitch, start walkin'
Gettin' paid in the bed like it's my office, that's cuz I'm
And I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
I say I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
That's cuz I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
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Tryna Fuck
(feat. Drake & Ty Dolla $ign)
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
All this weed in my system ain't helpin' (ain't helpin')
And this drank got you lookin' so good (so good)
I got some mollies in my hand, I might take one (take one)
And after I finish what's in my cup
You know I'm tryna love you
All these drugs-drugs make me wanna love you
Okay, okay, okay, okay
[Juicy J:]
I just wanna shoot a movie with a chick from out the movies
With a big old ghetto booty that know how to roll a doobie
I just wanna hit the club, throw some money on the stage
I just wanna tip a stripper more dough than she ever made
More dough than she ever seen, now she see me in her dreams
All that ass, shawty bust it, how she stuff it in her jeans
Must run in her genes, I just wanna meet her momma
I just wanna smoke my presidential Juicy J Obama
Juicy J that OG, I been ballin' this whole week
Stuntin' 20 years plus, I can do this in my sleep
I just wanna fall in Onyx with a fine Georgia peach
Got that rocket in my pocket, that's that beauty and the beast
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
All this weed in my system ain't helpin' (ain't helpin')
And this drank got you lookin' so good (so good)
I got some mollies in my hand, I might take one (take one)
And after I finish what's in my cup
You know I'm tryna love you
All these drugs-drugs make me wanna love you
Okay, okay, okay, okay
[Drake:]
Legendary, love you so much it's unnecessary
Like it's always two weeks into February
You can take that shit to the cemetery, til we're dead and buried
But girl God forbid I feel too alive
Around you I got too much pride
Do we let it breathe or put a title on it?
I'm so indecisive, I'll let you decide
She like nah seem like your chakra's off
I'm like nah it's just that your top is off
And I started out wantin' to talk to you
And now all I can think about is poppin' off
Girl you're all that matters
You in bra and panties, that's all that matters
You straddled me, I started fallin' backwards
Don't worry about the phone you can call them after
Bout to take ya down
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
All this weed in my system ain't helpin' (ain't helpin')
And this drank got you lookin' so good (so good)
I got some mollies in my hand, I might take one (take one)
And after I finish what's in my cup
You know I'm tryna love you
All these drugs-drugs make me wanna love you
Okay, okay, okay, okay
