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b2a - jay juice lyrics

[intro]
(d*mn, weapons, what the f*ck?)
grrah, grrah
huh, huh
b*tch, i’m back, n*gga, you know what the f*ck goin’ on
yeah, huh, yeah

[verse]
i hate it when n*ggas be tryna act like they be turnt
got a sprite with some purp, i wash it down with the perc’
bag backin’ on the west, my phone beatin’ ’til it hurt
b*tch, why you think i’m finna cuff you? you done hit my n*gga first
b2a, that’s what n*ggas gettin’, on the set
i’m gon’ spin through and hit his top, my bro gon’ do the rest
tryna whack me ’cause i hit his b*tch, that lil’ p*ssy wet
i give her to the gang, they tear her up, i’m on to the next, n*gga
and when i get out, don’t call me if it ain’t about no bag
b*tch a freak, whipped my d*ck out and smacked her on the ass
duck your head like you fbg ‘fore we dump the mac
two*four*seven in the trap, b*tch, you don’t wanna see the stash
i’m so real, i gave a n*gga the clothes off my back
and he gon’ backdoor, so, juice, he gon’ f*ck him up for that
belt to ass, let’s run him down so he can meet the strap
brother e, he do the most, i had to tell that boy relax
i jumped off the porch at twelve, i was ready to get it in
i ain’t gon’ lie, you gotta die, you send a bullet at my mans
i’ma stand over that boy, keep shootin’ over again
a lot of n*ggas want my soul, but never do sh*t to the kid
you a rookie, you gon’ talk over the phone ’bout what you did
i just sat d*mn near a year, whoopin’ n*ggas my whole bid
go ‘head, try me like you dej loaf and get hit with the sig
when i touch down, hide your b*tch ‘fore it be d*ck up in her ribs
lil’ brother turnt, he never loafin’, he totin’ stick
wet him up like he baptized a n*gga in this b*tch
hoes, they be like, “that’s jay juice,” plus, i’m really lit
b*tch, i’m back just like i never left, now it’s time to get rich, n*gga
b*tch, if you know, you know, we get busy
i be in the car with e when i’m ridin’ with all these grips with me
we done spint so many times, my n*ggas got dizzy
he tryna run, i hit bro in his back, i told him, “stop, ricky” (yeah)
can’t rock with me if you ass*naked ’cause i got switchy
twenty*five multiplied two, i got a hot fifty (yeah)
this freaky b*tch keep tryna f*ck, but i did not hit it
i done f*cked around and dropped my whole cup, you know i’m hot*headed (n*gga)

- jay juice lyrics

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