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that's gangsta - juicy j lyrics

[intro]
ayy, mane, what you say, mane? it’s 2024. shout out to all my queens. i just got a lil’ psa, you know? back in the day, the men was makin’ more money than us, but now, the women are rulin’ the world, and if you makin’ the same bag or you makin’ more than your man, i think it’s okay for you to go fifty*fifty. i don’t give a f*ck if you broke. treat him! “baby, where you wanna go? you wanna go to [?]? you wanna go to crustaceans? it’s on me. it’s okay. i got it.”

[chorus]
that’s gangsta
when you gettin’ that p*ssy, never tell (that’s gangsta)
put on all your n*ggas in the field (that’s gangsta)
if she holdin’ steel in her purse (that’s gangsta)
whack ’em, kiss his mama at the church (that’s gangsta)
[?] on the grill (that’s gangsta)
oh, you sent that bread for that appeal? (that’s gangsta)
double r hidden in the hills (that’s gangsta)
lead a country, make a couplе mill (that’s gangsta)

[verse 1]

and all my people eatin’—you’d think i came with my butler

i was out in the field when most of these n*ggas wasn’t
i’m just keepin’ it gangsta ’cause most of these b*tches love it
we get to talkin’ gangsta, these n*ggas gon’ switch the subject
can’t get this sh*t for you, but i can show you where the mud at
money, power, respect—i know some n*ggas die for that
ramen noodles and rice—we came up not overnight
the reason i’m undefeated like all the mayweather fights
you back a dog in a corner, you know that he gonna bite
come press down a hunnid thousand—like luggage, i’m on a flight
[chorus]
that’s gangsta
when you gettin’ that p*ssy, never tell (that’s gangsta)
put on all your n*ggas in the field (that’s gangsta)
if she holdin’ steel in her purse (that’s gangsta)
whack ’em, kiss his mama at the church (that’s gangsta)
[?] on the grill (that’s gangsta)
oh, you sent that bread for that appeal? (that’s gangsta)
double r hidden in the hills (that’s gangsta)
lead a country, make a couple mill (that’s gangsta)

[verse 2]
she wanna ride with the gangstas
she wanna pull a few capers
i’m gettin’ money, she gettin’ money
you know this bread contagious
my b*tch in chanel, black and white
private flight back tonight
your life is good—you f*ckin’ me right
f*ck up a bag, ’cause i brought it twice—f*ck it up
ain’t got no time—you crossin’ a line
we goin’ up on a n*gga
you playin’ with mine, i’m playin’ with iron, so don’t make me up on a n*gga
they ain’t wanna f*ck with a n*gga
now, i’m fifty up on a n*gga
you ain’t f*ck with me then, don’t f*ck with me now
you can’t say, “what up?” to me, n*gga
that’s gangsta
[outro]
handshakes in back rooms can seal your fate
one bad look from the right boss, life won’t be the same
these tricks ain’t for kids—do you understand?
this is serious biz, so be careful who you stand next to
betray my trust and i’ll miss you, but i won’t cry
know why?
i’ll wish you well
put my secrets with you in your coffin ’cause the dead can’t talk
that n*gga will
they never spill
they never spill

- juicy j lyrics

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