Juicy J

Juicy J - One Thousand lyrics

rate me

Yo, my lil’ bro Wiz just uh

Poured me some champagne, man, appreciate that, bro

I first spit some real shit, man, you know what I’m saying so uh, you know

We trippy, getting fucked up

You know what I’m saying?

Roll ‘em up, pop ‘em up

Roll ‘em up, pop ‘em up

Roll ‘em up, pop ‘em up

That the business, get the business up

Roll ‘em up, pop ‘em up

Roll ‘em up, pop ‘em up

Roll ‘em up, pop ‘em up

That the business, get the business up

Trippy niggas

Real shit, real shit, let’s get it

Scared young nigga, let me put you on to the game

Fuck who you think they know, make sure they know your name

No trusting a nigga, don’t trust in a nigga

A nigga might come back and bust all you niggas

And these hoes shy, make sure you get a price

Before you roll the dice, ratchet ass hoes

Pocket full of money, know a lil’ somethin'

Life getting silly, you get more for a bundle

Take it from me pimping, me, I’m not so different

The way I hear we don’t consider that lyrics

Fuck that bitch, mistreat that bitch

Say it again, say that shit again

If they start telling, give ‘em the barrel end

Give your all again, and this will never end

It’s the different type of heaven for a man and a pimp

Our B champ balling,these niggas still sick

I’m so turnt up, I won’t turn down

Not that Charlie Button so don’t play with me

Guns like roommates, they stay with me

Plenty goons and they gonna spray with me

Nigga I’m 1000, I’mma stay a G

Not that Charlie Button so don’t play with me

Guns like roommates, they stay with me

Plenty goons and they gonna spray with me

Nigga I’m 1000, I’mma stay a G

Nigga pick the wrong day for they fuck shit

He mustn’t heard I’m ‘bout that fuck shit

Baby choppa, fresh out the box, nigga

You was hard then now you acting box nigga

I’m on the beam, I wanna pop a nigga

I blink my eyes, my youngin' shot the nigga

Balling on these haters, I don’t need a gym

Shooting, shooting at your ass like you a rim

Put your ass up like you took a swing

Choppa chop ‘em down, call him a limb

Trippy ass niggas turnt up gin

Killers finding where you live then they going in

Run up in your shit, take your presidents

Kill everybody, no evidence

North Memphis, we don’t talk, we murk a bitch

44 killer David Berkowitz

I’m so turnt up, I won’t turn down

Not that Charlie Button so don’t play with me

Guns like roommates, they stay with me

Plenty goons and they gonna spray with me

Nigga I’m 1000, I’mma stay a G

Not that Charlie Button so don’t play with me

Guns like roommates, they stay with me

Plenty goons and they gonna spray with me

Nigga I’m 1000, I’mma stay a G

I’m so turnt up, I won’t turn down

I’mma stay a G

I’mma stay a G

I’mma stay a G

I’mma stay a G

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