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OJ Da Juiceman
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Freestyle
The realest trapper in it, let me talk to you for a minute Ain't a trap nigga, all I did was ever get it Gold mode on, nigga, I was down to split it If you ever cross me for it, nigga, you can get it Damn, man I ride around with the heat on My seat, nigga, and you can get it, nigga But a 36 every day, wake up get my phone, call it, nigga catch that play Damn, nigga hate to hear that, though Hate to see you nigga get that money real for real, though Pussy in the skies, all the fucking time, man, that pussy he despise A real nigga 'cause I always try to get it, nigga Came up on that corner, nigga, I was out to get it, nigga You's a hater, you's a faker, you ain't never tried, pussy nigga Get your weight up You can catch me in the hood riding around all day Yeah, I got 'em good
Damn, post it in the yard Wondering what they got We still got the heart Damn, nigga still selling gas, nigga Still whoop your ass, still selling grass, nigga Nigga, that's that damn gas, nigga Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com OJ came near, 100,000 of them bads, nigga Damn, better get up on your money shit Better try to flip a couple bricks If you ain't hustling, you ain't shit Out of time I'mma get me rich Damn, can't be no sit around, nigga I'd rather blow me a swisher Fill it up with two grams, nigga smoke up on your ass Ain't no pussy nigga, scram I'm on that lean promethazine codeine Damn, and I always sell those fucking things Square things, nigga, come up in a basket Got this 40 on me, extend it and it's blasting Damn, you can end up in a casket If you talk that bullshit, buddy I get passed you Damn, that's a 100 damn shot, nigga to your damn block Nigga, make your heart stop, nigga And I'm still on that real shit Young Juiceman you can catch me in the field, bitch The realest fucking trapper, the realest nigga you know Busting bricks up out the wrapper
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