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juice - fbg young lyrics

[intro]
ehm, they like, “d*mn” (trey billz on the beat)
they like, “young, where you been?”
if they like that where u been?, they gon’ love this

[chorus]
i just poured up, sippin’ dirty, glizzy dirty, too
gotta keep it with me, i be on my pivot like i hoop
i just want a bad b*tch to roll my loud and keep it cute
gotta fill my duffle up (trap money), my mama say she want a few
i just hit my plug and told him, “give me reddy, two”
petty n*ggas tryna stretch it just to make another two
boy, i got more birds than deebo chicken coupe
they’ll do ya like ‘pac when they really want the juice (they call me mello money, man)
[verse 1]
you’ll think i run a ho house, got these b*tches comin’ through
they tryna clout up off the clout, these n*ggas dissin’ for some views (stupid)
boy, you give these hoes your heart? boy, they out here runnin’ loose (goofy)
i just point, folks shoot, roll up, smoke him like the nu’ (glah, bah)
i tote my pistol anywhere ’cause i’m not anyone (no*no)
f*ck the judge, got plenty guns, cash on bond for one (broski)
i ain’t stingy with no hollows (bah), i’ma let ’em hold some
a1, buy the whole set, godumb ain’t stretchin’ nothin’ (trap money)
and i still got my .38, godumb got the juice
boy, you still twitter warrin’ without no gun, got no juice
in the grass, these n*ggas snaky, tryna do me like juice
i got meetings with the plug at deebo chicken coupe, huh

[verse 2]
twin cups, check (woah)
muddy trouble, check (check)
boy, you best be cool, put him on the checklist (stretch him)
all my n*ggas checkin’ (band up)
before i check out, i wanna check some franklins
boolin’ with a bad b*tch
hundred bands in the condo
what they don’t see, they don’t know
f*ck what they gon’ say (f*ck ’em), i’m the next john doe (gang)
need yayo pr*nto (yayo)
money my convo (bands)
the jakes at the back door (what?)
i’m [?] the mix bowl (mix)
juice, godumb got the juice (juice)
these lemonhead hoes’ll suck you dry like juice (juice)
you trustin’ n*ggas wit’ ya life? what’s wrong with you? (where they do that at?)
had a dream about an audi, but i wanna buy the coupe, juice
[chorus]
i just poured up, sippin’ dirty, glizzy dirty, too
gotta keep it with me, i be on my pivot like i hoop
i just want a bad b*tch to roll my loud and keep it cute
gotta fill my duffle up, my mama say she want a few
i just hit my plug and told him, “give me reddy, two”
petty n*ggas tryna stretch it just to make another two
boy, i got more birds than deebo chicken coupe
they’ll do ya like ‘pac when they really want the juice

- fbg young lyrics

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