The Juice
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Hittin' this bong like a fucking pipe
Niggas mad I'm on?
Boy, fuck your life
Yeah
She want to chill
I'm like, "Wassup tonight?"
Let me catch my second wind, bitch
I can fuck all night, yeah
She told me, "Yeah, I'm down, yeah, I'm down"
Then she threw it back on me like hand me down, yeah
Last nigga who threatened me over a bitch
Left and skipped town
Now he can't be found, yeah
This my Jamal Murray, bubble flow
I doubled up
They went double broke
Yeah, the flow is witchcraft
Yeah and my bitch bad
Let them tell their stories but all I know is this fact
Fuck bitches, get cash
Roll that blunt
Take a big drag
Spread like pussy, baby
Let me hit fast like a triple seven
Grab and cock like Smith and Wesson
Speaking in tongues on my dick
That's how you get to Heaven
Because I'm C-Gawd, up in this bitch
And I be God, up in this bitch
And even though you know I slid
I won't be caught, up in your bitch
Swear to God I'm loving every moment with her though
But it's M.O.B so she can't be mad if I don't come with her though
Rappers cold-pressed, I got the juice, no Bishop
I really could give no fuck if I lose your friendship
Yeah
Yeah
Hittin' this jay for that natural release
The herbal soothes my mind
Gives me natural relief
They just see what's on the surface
I had to go deep like I'm Randy Moss
Catch that bag in my sleep
Or like I'm Cuba Gooding, I'm a Men of Honor
I'm at the Ritz Carlton just ordered Panna Cotta
By the way you're looking I bet you sweet just like it
They want the number to my room to take panties and bras off
Girl, I ain't tryna stall y'all
These diamonds sure won't bore ya
You just wanna feel me inside ya
Afterwards, girl, I ain't tryna bother
Flow is witchcraft
Yeah, and my bitch bad
Let them tell their stories but all I know is this fact
Fuck bitches, get cash
Roll that blunt
Take a big drag
Spread like pussy, baby
Let me hit fast like a triple seven
Grab and cock like Smith and Wesson
Speaking in tongues on my dick
That's how you get to Heaven
Because I'm C-Gawd, up in this bitch
And I be God, up in this bitch
And even though you know I slid
I won't be caught, up in your bitch
Swear to God I'm loving every moment with her though
But it's M.O.B so she can't be mad if I don't come with her though
Rappers cold-pressed, I got the juice like Bishop
I really don't give a fuck, nigga, fuck yo' friendship
Yeah
Uh
Hittin' this bong like a fucking pipe
Niggas mad I'm on?
Boy, fuck your life
Yeah
She want to chill
I'm like, "Wassup tonight?"
Let me catch my second wind, bitch
I can fuck all night, yeah
She told me, "Yeah, I'm down, yeah, I'm down"
Then she threw it back on me like hand me down, yeah
Last nigga who threatened me over a bitch
Left and skipped town
Now he can't be found, yeah
This my Jamal Murray, bubble flow
I doubled up
They went double broke
Yeah, the flow is witchcraft
Yeah and my bitch bad
Let them tell their stories but all I know is this fact
Fuck bitches, get cash
Roll that blunt
Take a big drag
Spread like pussy, baby
Let me hit fast like a triple seven
Grab and cock like Smith and Wesson
Speaking in tongues on my dick
That's how you get to Heaven
Because I'm C-Gawd, up in this bitch
And I be God, up in this bitch
And even though you know I slid
I won't be caught, up in your bitch
Swear to God I'm loving every moment with her though
But it's M.O.B so she can't be mad if I don't come with her though
Rappers cold-pressed, I got the juice, no Bishop
I really could give no fuck if I lose your friendship
Yeah
Yeah
Hittin' this jay for that natural release
The herbal soothes my mind
Gives me natural relief
They just see what's on the surface
I had to go deep like I'm Randy Moss
Catch that bag in my sleep
Or like I'm Cuba Gooding, I'm a Men of Honor
I'm at the Ritz Carlton just ordered Panna Cotta
By the way you're looking I bet you sweet just like it
They want the number to my room to take panties and bras off
Girl, I ain't tryna stall y'all
These diamonds sure won't bore ya
You just wanna feel me inside ya
Afterwards, girl, I ain't tryna bother
Flow is witchcraft
Yeah, and my bitch bad
Let them tell their stories but all I know is this fact
Fuck bitches, get cash
Roll that blunt
Take a big drag
Spread like pussy, baby
Let me hit fast like a triple seven
Grab and cock like Smith and Wesson
Speaking in tongues on my dick
That's how you get to Heaven
Because I'm C-Gawd, up in this bitch
And I be God, up in this bitch
And even though you know I slid
I won't be caught, up in your bitch
Swear to God I'm loving every moment with her though
But it's M.O.B so she can't be mad if I don't come with her though
Rappers cold-pressed, I got the juice like Bishop
I really don't give a fuck, nigga, fuck yo' friendship
Credits
Writer(s): Cush Wallace
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.