JUICE
I ain't even got my juice on me
Why you in the back so lonely
Why you always wanna go go
Stay a lil mo, You a lil cold
I could get a little true on me
It's fire in the booth so join me
I don't even keep a 4 4
You wanna know more well we could go slow
My name is mmmm mmm and I don't talk a lot
Read between the lines of my raps like a parking spot
Maybe you get to know me
And maybe we kill the moment
Uncertainty but I'm hoping we talk about
What it is that makes you rock
She love the sound of music like snap crackle pac
See everybody lose it they want what you got
If everybody choosing they choosing at the top
Feel it all up under your ribs
We hit the Calrton dance on the roof of the Ritz
She want to borrow some bands, new phone and who dis?
She always punt no pass cause she always throw it, back
I know that you gone, living
We could take a nap, I know I'm a dog with it
If I take her back she dont come with warnings
She just want to ffff and sleep, baby its the morning, moaning
I ain't even got my juice on me
Why you in the back so lonely
Why you always wanna go go
Stay a lil mo, You a lil cold
I could get a little true on me
It's fire in the booth so join me
I don't even keep a 4 4
You wanna know more well we could go slow
We flip flip back and forth
I get the bread
She keep the salt
I get ahead
Her fingers gold
If chivalry be dead tell me why the hell do I be holding to these feelings for
Oh
Stomping in timberlands
She ain't feeling it
Going way deeper than where the feeling is
I know I'm killing it, making all of the children sick
Synonym of 8 floor drop with no finishing
But then again
Sweeter than cinnamon
While I win again
Bringing shame down while I sin again
Putting game down with the syndicate
Why they send the kid
I might kick him till the drum in his ear ring again
You could watch this bolder pippen
No opinion
Get up in that
Pole position
So persistent
Know that you hope he listen
I do it every time while he hope and wishing
You could get my stroke consistent
Hit a different type you like woah what is this
It's a different night I'm like glad he tripping
I'm missing the living that I get from you
I ain't even got my juice on me
Why you in the back so lonely
Why you always wanna go go
Stay a lil mo, You a lil cold
I could get a little true on me
It's fire in the booth so join me
I don't even keep a 4 4
You wanna know more well we could go slow
Why you in the back so lonely
Why you always wanna go go
Stay a lil mo, You a lil cold
I could get a little true on me
It's fire in the booth so join me
I don't even keep a 4 4
You wanna know more well we could go slow
My name is mmmm mmm and I don't talk a lot
Read between the lines of my raps like a parking spot
Maybe you get to know me
And maybe we kill the moment
Uncertainty but I'm hoping we talk about
What it is that makes you rock
She love the sound of music like snap crackle pac
See everybody lose it they want what you got
If everybody choosing they choosing at the top
Feel it all up under your ribs
We hit the Calrton dance on the roof of the Ritz
She want to borrow some bands, new phone and who dis?
She always punt no pass cause she always throw it, back
I know that you gone, living
We could take a nap, I know I'm a dog with it
If I take her back she dont come with warnings
She just want to ffff and sleep, baby its the morning, moaning
I ain't even got my juice on me
Why you in the back so lonely
Why you always wanna go go
Stay a lil mo, You a lil cold
I could get a little true on me
It's fire in the booth so join me
I don't even keep a 4 4
You wanna know more well we could go slow
We flip flip back and forth
I get the bread
She keep the salt
I get ahead
Her fingers gold
If chivalry be dead tell me why the hell do I be holding to these feelings for
Oh
Stomping in timberlands
She ain't feeling it
Going way deeper than where the feeling is
I know I'm killing it, making all of the children sick
Synonym of 8 floor drop with no finishing
But then again
Sweeter than cinnamon
While I win again
Bringing shame down while I sin again
Putting game down with the syndicate
Why they send the kid
I might kick him till the drum in his ear ring again
You could watch this bolder pippen
No opinion
Get up in that
Pole position
So persistent
Know that you hope he listen
I do it every time while he hope and wishing
You could get my stroke consistent
Hit a different type you like woah what is this
It's a different night I'm like glad he tripping
I'm missing the living that I get from you
I ain't even got my juice on me
Why you in the back so lonely
Why you always wanna go go
Stay a lil mo, You a lil cold
I could get a little true on me
It's fire in the booth so join me
I don't even keep a 4 4
You wanna know more well we could go slow
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Cabrera
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