Juicy J - WASABI lyrics

(Bounce x 2) All the b**hes, Just pull your motha' f**in' shirt down I just wanna' see some titties, Ya know what I'm sayin Yeah Left Brain, on the beat Shout out to my n***a Juicy cuh' [Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] We been buzzin', been buzzin' uhh. (yeah) n***as claim they OG (Wolf Gang!) We still young and still humble uhh Don't make me go back to the old me (brrooop) I hold heat, breed cold feet, n***as deceased I figured that treat, trickin' like a religion (b**h!) Livin' without a wisdom, eternal forbidden in prison unforgiven (These mu'f**as say, that I ain't livin!) I'm ridin' on the motha' f**in' pavement Bout' to get sued, I ain't worried about a buck a payment I'm layin' flow like concrete, writing on a cement I ain't in high school no more, n***a stuck in pre-tenth f** English, check my french Yo Háblame gato Boxin' with my vato, bendin' rims in LA pot holes Hollywood, livin' jolly good, I got a Ed Hardy wood Chip free as a b**h that harded college, she get it started I'ma' turn her out, this college broads in office I treat her like my a**istant, hit her from long distance b**h any track, Higashi Miyagi spazz on If you copped the sh** then why you wear it with the tag on? You n***as surf, I swag on, like I'm the last song b**h I hit the hash bong, smoke till it's cash gone I got the talent, n***as wish to write this My eyes pink like conjunctivitis, I spit gingivitis b**hes self invite themselves, in to my crib, cause' I'm the upper shelf Tell my counselor that I need some help, as long as I'm rockin' my championship belt [Verse2: Juicy J] Ferrari California, Smokin' California Pipes of that activist will put you in a coma I'm countin' on my riches, I'm on a trippy mission Get high, get cash, f** them ratchet b**hes I'm tossin' all the groupies, I feed them b**hes roofies I'm so turned up with my n***as and my eses' Pocket full of money n***a, I'ma' bet it all All these hoes beggin' for it I'm gon' let them all Take em' on a trip, let em' see the life Never caught a feelin' but I f** her like my wife Smokin' on a beach, feet all in the sand Hit a couple of booty clubs, throw a couple grand Roll the f** my peep hole, pockets full of C notes On my way to Vegas, f** up the casino Sippin' on some sizzurp, hold the f** my shizzirt You n***as goin' broke but you see Juicy J is getting richer [Verse3: Hodgy Beats] In here with some model b**hes, n***a take a picture I pimp her like a swisher, I face the one hitter I drink the drank I'm drunken, now I'm tryna' function I put my shades on like f** ya' a**umptions I'm smokin' on the baseline, cause I don't play gods AK, knives on bay watch, I can make your day stop I bring the whole band and the floats like we parade lives I pulled the plug and tossed the sh**, then the grenade pops Like Tom stebato, saphire and henny and the yegar n***a I'm on the baseline, cause' I'm a team player n***a Listen to the baseline, and it'll see you later n***a In ya' nightmares, you better f**in' bring your prayers with ya' k** a b**h on any track, rewind it let it throw it back It's cold as jack frost on this b**h, blizzard flow All you hoes you get lost in this b**h You better watch your words, and the way you floss in this...(b**h)