Juicy J - Young n***az lyrics

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Juicy J - Young n***az lyrics

(talking) You lucky this is personal n***a... I ain't gonna k** you ova no woman Don't you ever in your f**in' life bite hand that feed you n***a [Juicy J] Juicy J this Juicy J that You know what I put have you n***as In the game you know what I'm sayin From day one you betta check yo muthaf**in Self n***a f** you b**hes Cross a** no good sorry excuse For A Real n***a! [Chorus - 2X] We gettin wild in da club maine they can't control us young n***as We gettin buck in da club maine they can't control us young n***as We gettin crazy in da club maine they can't control us young n***as We gettin krunk in da club maine they can't control us young n***as [Frayser Boy] I got a a** whoopin recipe if you next to me It can get real messy G if you testin me Imma grown maine can't nothin earn the respect life my tone can Young n***as in the club sippin on some bud Throwin chairs maine not giving a f** Frayser Boy all in this b**h n***a I don't give a sh** Leave bleeding breathin on the floor wit yo wig split so-uh Sippin on this cron this time I'm not so friskay Im bout to bust a cowards head n***a don't you tempt mae Drunk as f** they why I'm buck my attitude is sh**tay Reppin Bay so don't you play Memphis is the citay Take a b**h beat a b**h drama Imma handle it Juicy J and Frayser Boy nothin is more scandalous Have you in some bandages When you in the poppin shot If they pulled me out the club I buck em in the parking lot [Chorus] [Juicy J] Once again its yo friend mixin orange juice with gin On the slabs shootin dice makin money choppin ends Who dat boy who that b**h who da one I know is lame Who da one that took my checks but in the street he down my name Yes its real and I wanna appeal Juicy J fufill n***as dreams gave them level steems whats the deal Why yo sk** is to take me out b**h I'm like a shield Made of steel and I will k** but I'm bout this meal Is it cash cause the fast cash got you n***as mad Got you ridin lookin for this pimp betta check yo nav You gon mildew a barbecue what is stoppin you but you kno I carry a tone or Two shouldn't been robin you just forgot what me you had something I would push The gate back you push my last bu*ton Ain n***a scared boy I ain't neva ran back down from you crossers b**h I never can [Chorus]

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