Intro/Outro
Niggas thirsty that's the truth
It's not my fault I got the goods
Y'all bitches mad that shit is cool
I get the cash I got the juice
V.1
I'm back glad I'm home nigga I was gone too long
Bitches mad they nigga gave me dome
Ion give a fuck is u mad or nah
Fuckin with a winner
eat bitches for dinner
Ur little Weiner don't do nothing when I'm in her she be fuckin screaming daddy u the bestest
Wild and fuckin reckless
Fucked yo baby daddy I can mark him off my checklist
And I'm fuckin psycho wanna try me that's a death wish
Playing with yo pussy got u screaming that's a wet bitch
Bitches on some dumb shit
Don't make no sense
Most empty wagon makes noise shut the fuck up bitch
Hop the fuck off my dick
You can't fuckin touch this
I'm the fuckin queen these bitches don't quite seem to get it fuck it
Chorus
Juice(juice)...Juice(juice)...Juice(juice)...Juice (juice)
Y'all niggas mad and that's the truth
Juice(juice)...Juice(juice)...Juice(juice)...Juice (juice)
It's not my fault I got the juice
V.2
Don't know why I try no more
Don't nobody make real shit no more
Take a break to even the score
Burn u bitches if I drop one bar but
I fall back low key
John Cena bitch you can't see me
I Took a step to let you rachet hoes breathe taken for granted
But now I'm comin at your neck like Queen B
Imma calm down tho
Fuck that I'm back on top
And I won't stop blastin my music till the roof goes pop and they call the cops, wah gwaan
Yea I got the juice nigga
I'm in the booth in a hazmat suit nigga
Bad gyal J.Cole on the roof nigga
All of these niggas fake as fuck like Who knew nigga
Guess it sucks to be you that's ok
Bitch I still flips weave on a bad day
If I'm coming off mean that's my bad
I jus learned to take shit from no man
Get it in make bad bitches drop pants
It's easy, fuckin peezy, with that bullshit you can miss me, independent on me
Chorus.
V.3
Move hoes, I'll catch you bitches later, shit
That's my main bitch imma fuck you later
She my money maker
Make yo main how cum see how long it take her
I'm a real nigga, make it shake, rock slide, drop it down, earthquaker
Mad I was fuckin on yo bitch
To tell you the truth pussy ain't bout shit
Mad cuz you bitches living of tips
Big daddy Kane bitch
who the fuck are you
All of y'all hatin but the joke's on you
Murderin bitches jugging niggas with the crew don't say my name unless u talkin bout the juice
Chorus
Outro
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