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juice - cashleaders lyrics

[hook: mediumjay]
all my sh*t is tight, i swear i ain’t ever loose
and i’m fresh to death, i’m just waiting on the noose
jealous motherf*ckers they can kiss my caboose
call me q cause a n*gga got the juice

[verse 1: mediumjay]
my mixtape classifies as dangerous goods
it can cause fire to your local neighbourhood
it can cause a car to spontaneous combust
and you need placards, when you play this in your truck
i bring monster trucks into street races
burn cross joints with heavy racists
show up at aa meetings completely wasted
i could have a billion dollars still live in momma’s bas*m*nt
me and charlie sheen could smoke a pound of crack
and like steve rogers shield we some how bounce back
my money’s like sheep, before i sleep i count stacks
and i’m always in trouble, when around blacks
my karate teacher loves me for breaking his bricks
a pimp hates me cause i’m taking his b*tch
drug dealers love me cause we can make a l!ck
its the new super hero on the block its captain save a b*tch

[hook]
[verse 2: spagh king]
n*ggas shining, man you know i got the juice
man, tell these n*ggas kiss my caboose
i said, all you n*ggas f*ggots all you n*ggas g*y
f*ck with the king man i’ll punch you in your face
neighbourhood man show me all the levels thats based
you can not f*ck with what we say
cause you know we the god’s in this sh*t
everything we do, stays glice
man i got that bankroll (2x)
know i got that cash flow
and you know i came in real hard
and you know i got that flow
god, king in this b*tch
pharaoh b*tch
you can not compete with me cause i’m a pretty b*tch
i’m certified

[hook]

[verse 3: mitchy moo]
working 40 hours every week
meet a b*tch, she ain’t a freak
nice dinner couple kids beside her
christian family they laughing
i say, hey can you tone it down
she says, no thank you fellow
so i tell her, hold up i gotta work tomorrow
tryna have a quiet supper
she said, i ain’t even know ya
i said, b*tch i know, but can you hook it up
she say, no
wtf husband starts to chirp up
blah, blah bam
hit em with an uppercut
flying doing summer salts
girl beside me *rg*sms
she like omg hes hot
kids are crying cause they daddy dying
he ain’t really dying but i bet his pride is hiding
cause he ain’t a real man
he ain’t a g, he never even k!ll, man
looking for his kids, say b*tch i k!ll dads
oh jesus that was a lil bit to real man
f*ckin’ real man

- cashleaders lyrics

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