Nasty C - Juice Back (Remix) lyrics

[Pre-hook: Nasty C & Davido] Man man man you should hate yourself (I see ya) Look into a mirror, n***a rate yourself (I see me) Look at the sh** that we doing Motivate yourself (One hunnid) Brace yourself [Hook: Nasty C] I done got my motherf**ing juice back (x2) I got my juice, I done got my juice back I done got my motherf**ing juice back, motherf**ing Juice (x7) (Okay juice) [Verse 1: Davido] Hey where my juice at? When I got robbed where were you at? Gun co*ked to my face like "Where my j**els at?" Made a couple calls and got my juice back Yes I got the, yes I got the juice like woah! Looking for a young mamacita That gon make that booty move like woah Bad b**h in designer, yeah she Gucci head to toe I hit it once again now she don't wanna let me go And she already know Say, I got the juice, got the juice I'll make it juicy for you Yes you can come with a friend I'll make it juicy for two Me no give no attention to no hater n***a you less and I'm greater I'm on time and you late Nasty C you made it [Pre-hook: Nasty C & Davido] Man man man you should hate yourself (I see ya) Look into a mirror, n***a rate yourself Look at the sh** that we doing Motivate yourself (One hunnid) Brace yourself [Hook: Nasty C] I done got my motherf**ing juice back (x2) I got my juice, I done got my juice back I done got my motherf**ing juice back, motherf**ing Juice (x7) (Okay juice) [Verse 2: Ca**per Nyovest] Allow me to reintroduce myself my name is f** that, I ain't got tell you what my name is By now you motherf**ers should know me I did so much with my career that Even my peers treat me like an OG And the OG's throw me subtweets I just laugh at it cause trust me I'm like Bieber now, you can't touch me You wanted relevance? You should've asked me Isn't this the greatest story that you ever seen? Dammit! Did you ever ever think you could see A SA rapper who could buy a Lamborghini? Dammit! And ever come from Mafikeng? All I ever needed was a canvas A couple gold bottles and a bad b**h They can't stand it but how the hell I ain't gon rap about money? When I'm rapping bout my life, and it so happens that I am rich (Whoo!) I mean these n***as were hella distant Until they heard that MTN gave me 7 figures Now I'm stunting at the backseat of a Rolls Royce like "Hello Kitty" O ba botse ka ntwana ya kasi My crib is always full I brought the ghetto with me And this sh** ain't never gon change These n***as forever gon hate, cause I'm telecom paid Ladies love me but the fellas gon hate Hao ka sheba fela kom kyk Ke ba tshela bombay They say I don't spit so I won't quit I'm in my zone kid, I'm so focused I made millions but I want more b**h And I'mma stay filling up the dome 'Til you n***as bow, bow, bow [Verse 3: Nasty C] Bow down to Davido and bow down to Ca**per Heard em say stars are aligned But they both had their time And you know that I'm tryna surpa** 'em Fred Merc told me your favorite rappers have heard of me But a lot of these n***as won't get a verse from me I feel bad for being the one to school these n***as When my friends are tryna get in a university But still I made 'em fall like the fees did Feeling like I'm talking to my daughters and nieces One of my industry n***as called me this evening Told me keep my head above the water and breathe in He wasn't too happy bout who I got on the remix But he was on the remix before he got on the remix He replied to the emails before I got on the frequencies So I plotted the pieces before he had all the enemies Man, I need a lot of head again My mind's getting heavy even I wasn't ready Man my come-up was a run up Look at all things I did It started with a mixtape that I dropped in February And I'm too scared to even tell you what's next I'm handpicking women out the general section But I don't save them, no ain't got no S on my chest I got a triple styrofoam with a medical mess All my enemies are amateurs My role model broke his character And all my exes wrote me letters bruh And I was chilling with Scoop the other day If you knew what he had to say about you, you wouldn't be rapping bruh Davido gon have to take this back to Naija for me Don't have to tell you why your favorite rapper's hiding from me I keep the weed stashed in a different kind of luggage And tell my guy to tip the pilot for me, I got the juice [Hook: Nasty C] I done got my motherf**ing juice back (x2) I got my juice, I done got my juice back I done got my motherf**ing juice back, motherf**ing Juice (x7) (Okay juice)