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What Juicy say? He be like Shut the fuck up! Yeah, yeah, hahaha King I got immaculate vision, no cataracts in my pupils Don't understand my decisions so I don't need your approval I'm a motherfuckin' villain just like you see in the movie But I'm still a motherfuckin' hero, stay lowkey like casino In the weave of the cee-lo, pocket full of them C-notes Backwood full of that primo, bad bitches drinkin' on Pino And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it With bitches thick as Serena, lick it, [?] I see the line between 'em, man, they ain't actin' a genius Fill up arenas, promoters, we take they ass to a clеaners Two decades straight, a hundrеd shows, a hundred K at the gate A night, a piece, capisce? Bread bigger than me (Sheesh) On the road to riches and diamond rings Where real niggas move things on private planes I said you lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass Lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat Shinnin' like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach Prey on the weak? Never, I'ma find a way to stay on my feet Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll Letras de canciones Man, I been beefin' with my daughter, man, I'm dealin' with shit And a lot of my niggas contemplatin', goin' killin' some shit I put my bitch out like I'm Martin, in my feelings and shit 'Nother day of the dope boy, hunnid million legit, okay On the road to riches and diamond rings Where real niggas move things on a private plane And you know I was trappin', workin' at an early age Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it Sixty-five with the iron, on the highway, blowin' big gas Lookin' for me, I been suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass Fuck up, I am handling my own motherfuckin' business And drama, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout the riff raff Nigga talkin', nigga big cap, I won't listen to 'em They get kidnapped back when nobody pay the reserve for 'em Ain't never been a pawn, always been a king And I ain't never gave a damn what a nigga think, fuck 'em All around the riches and diamond rings Where real, niggas move things on private planes I said you lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass Lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat Shinnin' like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach Prey on the weak? Never, I'ma find a way to stay on my feet Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll From Letras Mania