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afrojack - juicy k lyrics

b-tch! i write rhymes and get dimes, no one fine as me
i bite lines and get fined, all the time you see
my light shine, flow pandemic like swine
committing crimes with knives
crackin’ spines while packin nines
i move o’s in a line like football
bought captain mo’s, liquor fine, what a good call
hot russian hoes, intertwine, (man you ball)
naw, i just move and store packs like u-haul
for a few stacks, my black benz fit the chrome
ordered new packs, my mac-10’s hit ya dome
for the news racks back when i had a loan
record a few tracks, call me jack the way my stalks grow
lines bein’ slept on, p-ssed out operators
boxes full of white like stacked up office paper
ice game, like freeze tag, ya boy i’m stoppin’ haters
and i’m cruisin’ with the bruins like i was a boston player

mosizzle:
ugh! see im homicidal on arrival
and all my rivals get the proper side of poppin rifles
back to back we madly strapped with glocks and nines mills
he walk with cops he wanna talk we pocket knife him
im high as f-ck, we light it up like fire trucks
the nine is tucked it might combust, don’t try your luck
lines we bust is twice as tough as tyson’s punch
f-ck you p-ssies, no hymen rhyming as tight as us
find us broke from buyin scopes, the glocks is c-cking
rhymes is dope as lines of c0ke, we on the chronic
pop shots like a hot spot for alcoholics
w run the country and terry fox it across the province
see i leave you on the verge of an emergency
that’s murder in the first degree, the worst thing that you burns could be
the hurtin that im serving make a person turning to surgery
best be learnin g i pack more steal than a burglary

philosophist:
i’mma hipster hunter, your lg too mainstream
but i hit it raw, splittin’ hymen til my taint bleed
it don’t phase me, phil’s team sippin’ moonshine
40 hoes up on my d-ck, my, ya’ll are too kind
40 bottles of 40 bottles and 40 models crawlin’ up a shorty’s drawers not a thought about tomorrow
but if you feelin’ sorrow, i tell a broad to shut the f-ck up just finish c-nt and swallow, oww, i’m f-ckin’ awful
and if that hooker finna carrot peel, then f-ck it, i’ll push the b-tch off the ferris wheel. swag
that chivalrous st–z, your little sister gets her money’s worth
take her out to dinner then bust her guts until her tummy hurts
been cookin’ cane in brooklyn, mayne, you shook and g-y
that crack and meth, in bangladesh, i’m fresh to death
doin’ barrels of heroine, in a club out in maryland
sellin’ pills of ecstasy, gettin girls to have s-x with me
that’s just d-mn another day for me
in the water swaggin out on my pool floatie
you decide what kinda shots you wanna take for me
eagle’s scared when i grip that ak homie

cbevs:
it’s rugged fortune, that’s some rough extortion, the blunt is scorchin’ while i’m chuggin’ morgans

mosizzle:
it’s rugged fortune, the drugs i’m scorin’ leave you drunk and soarin’ i’m pumpin’ portions of somethin’ ordered from sc-mmy sources

philosophist:
it’s rugged fortune, i’m sluggin’ orphans with toughed forces, i’m hung and gorgeous, your girl’s a wh0r- but, i f-ckin’ use her guts as storage, my lungs is porous from huffin’ forests, when i’m clutchin’ torches, i’m dumpin’ four clips, you thump and hit the floor, b-tch!

- juicy k lyrics

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