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blowin on dat kush - juicy j & cut throat lyrics

[intro]
i be blowin’, i be blowin’
i be blowin’, i be blowin’
(what? what? what? what? what? what? what? what?)
i be blowin’, i be blowin’
(what? what? what? what? what? what? what? what?)

[chorus * x2]
i be blowin’ on dat kush, put me straight off in da zone
n*ggas hate me while i’m here, and they gon’ hate me when i’m gone
(uh huh)
but i be screamin’ out, f*ck ’em, i ain’t gon’ let ’em worry me (yeah)
’cause i’m gon’ keep on gettin’ this bread till the day they bury me, bury me

[bridge]
real sh*t mane, real sh*t!

[verse 1 – juicy j]
everybody hungry, still tryna get it
n*ggas still p*ssed that three 6 mafia did it
you woulda thought that n*gga woulda had a grind on
take care of his f*ckin’ family, get ya shine on
but these n*ggas too lazy, they don’t want nothin’
they want a handout, n*gga, i don’t owe you nothin’
i shoulda pushed a b*tton, ten racks, get ya k!lled
i’m sick and tired of these n*ggas sayin’ they real
i stay blindin’ b*tches with these diamonds
pull up in the new car, perfect timin’
just to make you hatas mad ’cause i got money (got money)
is your chick black? hoes, i be stuntin’ (yeah)
[chorus * x2]
i be blowin’ on dat kush, put me straight off in da zone
n*ggas hate me while i’m here, and they gon’ hate me when i’m gone
(uh huh)
but i be screamin’ out, f*ck ’em, i ain’t gon’ let ’em worry me (yeah)
’cause i’m gon’ keep on gettin’ this bread till the day they bury me, bury me

[verse 2 – cutthroat]
everywhere i go, it’s haters lookin’ down at me ’cause i got da paper
put yourself, make ya own move, make ya own money like you ‘spose to
i ain’t stuntin’ on you (no), homie, ’cause i’m straight
the more bridge i make, the more these suckas hate
smokin’ on sum kush (kush), just to ease the mind (mind)
thinkin’ ’bout my past, i be over now

[verse 3 – cutthroat]
i say f*ck ’em, let ’em die, since these n*ggas wanna play
like wayne, i see you f*ckin’ dead, body ain’t there
what’s up, what’s up with some of my n*ggas that turned fake, man?
the hood, what’s up with my n*ggas that don’t hate?
mane, get on this money train, and get some money, man
they heads up outta nowhere, and they don’t want a thang
bb, peep that money thang
we come together as one, that’s why they smokin’ dat kush
and stay their ass at home
[chorus * x2]
i be blowin’ on dat kush, put me straight off in da zone
n*ggas hate me while i’m here, and they gon’ hate me when i’m gone
(uh huh)
but i be screamin’ out, f*ck ’em, i ain’t gon’ let ’em worry me (yeah)
’cause i’m gon’ keep on gettin’ this bread till the day they bury me, bury me

- juicy j cut throat lyrics

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