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lirik lagu uhh huh – juicy j & pi’erre bourne

[intro: juicy j & project pat]
slang—slang—slanging on this blade, prayin’ that i don’t get cut
uh*huh
by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
uh*huh
slang—slang—slanging on this blade, prayin’ that i don’t get cut
uh*huh
by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
uh*huh

[chorus: juicy j]
twenty*eight inch jeep wrangler (uh*huh)
this ain’t no cheap wrangler (uh*huh)
bad b*tch looking like an angel (uh*huh)
thirty milligrams of the paink!llers (uh*huh)
and that kinda d*ck just strangler (uh*huh)
dior boots to your ankle (uh*huh)
making these b*tch n*ggas chase you (uh*huh)
smirk to your face, that’s a facial (uh*huh)
walk in the club, mac ’round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (uh*huh)
back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38’s by the crates (uh*huh)
b*tch, she thick, first datе (uh*huh)
seventeen, thirty*eight by thе case (uh*huh)
how the f*ck do a n*gga think he in his bag if he putting motherf*ckers on a case (uh*huh)
[verse 1: juicy j]
f*ck a top model in the face (uh*huh)
f*cking backseat of the wraith (uh*huh)
she a good girl, so before she eat this d*ck, she gon’ say her grace (uh*huh)
turn a church girl to a nympho (nympho)
all my guns got extendo (extendo)
i’ma make a stripper get rich this year, start tipping these b*tches in crypto (uh*huh)
all these diamonds on me, if you turn the light on, it’ll turn into a disco (lean)
come and see how a n*gga live in my house so big, gotta get my own zip code (uh*huh)
rich ass n*gga in balmain brigade’s
chilling in some with a v12 engine
n*gga might have fill a amber alert
press one b*tton, can’t find my ceiling
still can’t get no sleep, am i
we sell lotta [?], i got
four bad b*tches with, but they all can go, i ain’t get between two seats
if it ain’t about money, don’t speak
getting this cake, but ain’t sh*t sweet
i’ma take a picture of your b*tch on her knees
i’ll sell that motherf*cker as a nft (ha)

[chorus: juicy j]
twenty*eight inch jeep wrangler (uh*huh)
this ain’t no cheap wrangler (uh*huh)
bad b*tch looking like an angel (uh*huh)
thirty milligrams of the paink!llers (uh*huh)
and that kinda d*ck just strangler (uh*huh)
dior boots to your ankle (uh*huh)
making these b*tch n*ggas chase you (uh*huh)
smirk to your face, that’s a facial (uh*huh)
walk in the club, mac ’round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (uh*huh)
back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38’s by [?] (uh*huh)
b*tch, she thick, first date (uh*huh)
seventeen, thirty*eight by the case (uh*huh)
how the f*ck do a n*gga think he’s in his bag if he putting motherf*ckers on a case (uh*huh)
[verse 2: pi’erre bourne & juicy j]
yeah, my money talk it’s no debate, wait (uh*huh)
she wanna come play, wait (uh*huh)
drove for my stick like arcade, wait (uh*huh)
she gonna roll like a wraith, wait (uh*huh)
so i had to pull out the wraith, wait (uh*huh)
nascar, i do the race, wait (uh*huh)
fast car, she love the chase, wait (uh*huh)
race, ooh, to my place, wait (uh*huh)
shawty a bull, just like candace parker, wait (uh*huh)
my pockets are parker’s, look at ’em getting larger (uh*huh)
pull up at night in apartments, my youngest with the armor (uh*huh)
baby, my money the talker, she say that it charm her, wait (uh*huh)
i’m with a plug now he pulling up in a charger, hey (uh*huh)
she pulling it all in her mouth, hey, i can’t be the father, wait (uh*huh)
i’m smoking my drugs now, yeah, with somebody daughter (uh*huh)
like juice my hustle & flow, yeah, might get me a oscar (uh*huh)

[chorus: juicy j]
twenty*eight inch jeep wrangler (uh*huh)
this ain’t no cheap wrangler (uh*huh)
bad b*tch looking like an angel (uh*huh)
thirty milligrams of the paink!llers (uh*huh)
and that kinda d*ck just strangler (uh*huh)
dior boots to your ankle (uh*huh)
making these b*tch n*ggas chase you (uh*huh)
smirk to your face, that’s a facial (uh*huh)
walk in the club, mac ’round my arm, but the clip hanged down to the waist (uh*huh)
back in the days we was seventeen, they were selling 38’s by [?] (uh*huh)
b*tch, she thick, first date (uh*huh)
seventeen, thirty*eight by the case (uh*huh)
how the f*ck do a n*gga think he’s in his bag if he putting motherf*ckers on a case (uh*huh)
[outro: juicy j & project pat]
slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that i don’t get cut
uh*huh
by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
uh*huh
slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that i don’t get cut
uh*huh
by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
uh*huh
slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that i don’t get cut
uh*huh
by these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
uh*huh
slang—slang—slanging on this blade, praying that i don’t get cut
uh*huh
by these police making raids

- juicy j pierre bourne

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