Juice Magazin - Weight a Minute lyrics

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Juice Magazin - Weight a Minute lyrics

(*breathing*) Shawnna, TrackBoyz, Def Jam (verse 1) You know I keep it Dickie down get it to my toe And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo' Its me and all my girls and they got us at the door Like we ain't getting in do this n***a really know We push him to da side and we make it through the club They try to show me love, erebody want a hug And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub And now I got my hands up feelin real tight We pourin out the Cognac buckin where the light The dj shout me out and now they want me on the mic Before I hit the stage I see some n***as finna fight And now they on they monkey bone missin up my flow But yo I know you heard about the n***as from the go Roll up anotha B I see 'em slick its on the low Here come security they tryin to kick us out the door. Oh (chorus) Tryin to find out where the party at Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Co-ni-ac Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute I'm at the club where the V.I.P Stupid n***as at the door tryin to say they wanna see I.D Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute (verse 2) I'm big balla but I don't drink champagne White mink to da flo' color c**aine Gator boots and the belt wit the low frame Candy coated Monte Carlo wit the upgrain Weight a minute now they wanna see a b**h ball I'm iced out from my tittie to my tip toe We at the bar finna but the whole thang out And if somebody wanna start we can bang out I let my chain swang down to my waistline I won't dance we just move the baseline And tell a n***a weight a minute 'fore I take mine 'Fore we do you like a victim of a hate crime Its DTP I know you seen me in the video If I ain't rappin then I'm scratchin off a serial I'm bout to get this thang crackin out the sterio You want a b**h to make it happen n***a here it go Weight a minute Uh (chorus) (verse 3) You get posted up in the club wit a white tee A hood n***a keep a fitted and some Nikes You know the steez wanna pull a b**h like me And take me home try to turn we into wifey But I ain't wit it gotta show a n***a who I be You bought a bottle for the crew, we buyin two or three Just tryin to show you how we do the thang usually I holla to my n***a Weezy Wee and Deucie D Now let my b**hes in the club 'fore we shut it down And matter fact g where I'm from they don't come around And now they got me on Bicardi and the bu*ta brown And everybody in the party wanna run around But I ain't trippin park the Chevy half a mile away I hit up Tone told him meet me down on Calloway She got the Gin, she got the Remy and the Alize My head spinnin still bendin what I'm tryin to say Weight a minute (chorus) Now these n***as always tryin to f** Steady grabbin on my bu*t sorry baby but I'm not a s*ut Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute Now I think I had too many to drink You tryin to get me but you can't, check yaself or get ya fitted yanked Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute

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