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jay juice - shut up كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(bigsan did it again)

[verse 1]
all these hoes on my d_ck, i got the right to choose
b_tch, don’t play me out in public, you gon’ make the news, n_gga
been steppin’ on the opps, i been done ripped my shoe (yeah)
i’m finna hit it from the side because her p_ssy loose, n_gga (yup)
pop out the cut and blam his ass, we playin’ peekaboo
ask my mama, she know her son in the streets and she know what i do
b_tch, i’m off the perc’ and i been sippin’ juice
he thought he was finna rob, i had to hear that dude
i said, back then, they called me famous jay, but now i’m big juice
i’m walkin’ in with mini micro drac’, i’m finna skip through
i say, “b_tch, i’ll put a beam on it because i miss, dog”
f_ck around and f_ck hеr titties, she got big b00bs
i say, b_tch, i’m fresh up out of jail, runnin’ thе bag up
give my lil’ bro a round of applause, he like to clap somethin’
n_gga, that boy, he couldn’t hit me with that whack jumper
i heard you pinched your brother bag, he left his sack open

[interlude]
i heard you pinched your brother bag, he left his sack open (b_tch)
i heard you pinched your brother bag, i’m finna

[verse 2]
i’m finna hit this pretty b_tch, she got a fat dumper
soon as i f_ck her, she gon’ skate, that b_tch a ho renter
b_tch, he cheaper than a f_ck, flexin’ with four hundred
right now, i’m chillin’ with some steppers and some more comin’
if you walk in tryna get another front, i’ll close the door on her
your ass was never even like that, you a store runner
i say, b_tch, she walked in with her friends, i’m callin’ more brothers
i walked in hotter than a b_tch, i’m tryna torch somethin’
i just put a eight right in this two liter, b_tch, i’m a wock’ junkie
i just dropped my locy to the opps, them n_ggas not comin’
i’ll put a red beam on this .357 just to stop somethin’
just to stop somethin’, you chillin’ in the trap and that b_tch not jumpin’
they like, “juice, you young as h_ll makin’ the bag flip” (yeah)
i could how you flex, you’ve never had sh_t
i done hit a l!ck then hit another l!ck, tryna get mad rich (yeah)
wait ’til i sign this deal, i’m uppin’ h_lla cheese and talkin’ cash sh_t
b_tch, my bro trippin’, i’m finna smack big
like, why you comin’ to the function with a fat b_tch, n_gga?
yo’ b_tch cookin’ for me, she made a whack dish
why you keep dissin’ in them songs? i’m tryna whack, b_tch
i done upped my gun and shot it out the car behind the black tint (huh)
you told her you was eatin’ b_tt, that is not real
i’m gettin’ money, focused on myself ’cause i don’t got kids
no matter where, i’m rockin’ with my n_gga e because we locked in
[outro]
b_tch

- jay juice

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