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Shout out to my nigga Project Pat Shout out to my nigga D. Flores SODMG Wut? Juice II Big South Juice II nigga Pull up, flexin’ on niggas I push button on my dizzy dash convert we get fitters Drop the top on the brand new foreign, that’s what we do With me and Bunks one week off tourin’ I thought you knew, Soulja Boy, tell ‘em about the revenue Cash and company comin’ We rubber bands money bounce like elastic Tell ‘em that we getting this cash in, it ain’t nothin’ you nigga All you fucking new niggas is just fuckin’ new niggas Lil Dre fuck on you niggas, pull up – drop a band I put leanin’ on purple and eastern pink hit stand Like damn, bands on top of bands, this what we do Stacks on deck Boy, stacks on deck Gang, stacks on deck Mane, stacks on deck entertainment, frame it Pull up in the drop top with your girl getting brain Lamborghini, flip the colors on it Switchin’ black, ridin’ black, flip the colors on it Letras de cancionesGold watch, gold ring, gold chain too Tattoos out the frame on that dude Juice II, Juice Dos Juice uno, juice dos Juice west coast I done pull up Everybody know what’s happenin’ with the kill Getting trappin’ with the kill It’s so sad, CEO fantastic Can’t have it Number 1, we gotta have it Oh my God, oh my God swag Number 1 we gotta have it Swag swag Dre Dre Number 1 we gotta have it Working out the pound, nigga hold it down Sour on my mind Now my chopper hold a hundred rounds Ridin’ through my town like damn I’m the fuckin’ man Caught a million grounds up in bounds I’m the fuckin’ man Pullin’ up like yes I am Handkerchief in hand, Gucci bandana And my hands on all my car Got me feelin’ like I’m on the spaceship, a superstar Young nigga cashin’ all this money in this fashion I pull up in his ass and drop top with a yella bone Pull up in the VIP they like what is going on Make it rain on everybody, I’m talkin’ every one Then we throw 100’s then 50’s, 20’s and anyone’s Lil Dre in the in the club, going crazy 55 racks later, going crazy Gold ace of spades, bottle got me feeling hazy I’mma screw up and I’ll just pop me a pill Came through the club but you know that’s what it is Juice II in the atmosphere, that’s what it is My niggas go so hard, my nigga we do that every year Smokin’ on this kush got the kush off in the air Put it in the air, we the niggas in the building Any nigga hatin’ talkin’ down we gon kill them Battle fay, drill ‘em Tell them weird all niggas West side niggas, we swag on niggas Put tags on bitches, draw jazz and we niggas Fuck with my niggas and we leave you in the ditches Leave you full of stitches, you could get your head shook Pull up, take a picture Young rich nigga Young rich nigga Pull up, take a picture Young rich nigga Pull up, take a picture Pull up, take a picture Pull up, take a picture Pull up, take a picture Pull up, take my picture Cuz I’m flexin’ on niggas Pull up, take my picture Cuz I’m flexin’ Girls girls girls Girls all over the world Stacks on deck gang Stacks on deck gang Turn up What? What? What? Get booked nigga 500 k in my robbin’ jeans Goddamn Dre you didn’t pull up in a limousine Goddamn I got cliffs and some fuckin’ methazine Nigga talkin’ down but that’s blasphemy, don’t blast for me Young Dre up in this thing, it could be achin’ So my money on my arm and my necklace Pull up to the club, you ain’t on the guest list I’m flexin’ since I’m flexin’ VIP! Juice Turn up From Letras Mania