Juicy J - THC Hot Nigga (Remix) lyrics

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[Intro]

Yeah. shout out to Bobby Shmurda

Hot nigga THC remix

Do this money dance, nigga

Do this money dance!

Throw a hundred grand, nigga

Juicy J a monster, Talyor Gang sponsored

With your girlfriend, about to fuck her in her tonsils

Got lil mama wetter than a lake in her jeans

And she be wide awake, and I still sell that bitch a dream

No Hollywood divorce, you can't hit me for half

No prenup, just a nut, I just want to smash

Baby I just wanna hit it and get rid of your ass

I'm not giving it to my feelings I'm too busy getting cash

Double cup of lemonade, that's that Justin Bieber

And these shoes that I got on they cost more than a Kia.

Every time I sign in cursive that's to add another zero

Fuck niggas know I keep that medal on me like Magneto.

I hear that Shmoney talk and my money machine stutters

All these rocks up on my watch I think my jeweler do construction

That bullshit you selling my nigga we ain't buying

We don't do that chatta bitch, we strictly lifting that iron.

Banana clip, longer than a video on Vine

All these fucking guns like we saving Private Ryan

Your nigga pulled up on bikes, little nigga about to earn his stripes

It might cost him his freedom but it gone cost you your life

It's cold out here, that's right, niggas don't fight

Niggas gone off that weed, niggas gone off that white

They like "fuck it, nothing to lose," they just buss it on sight

I'm just looking out for you, my nigga, watch that shit you write!

Watch that shit you write!

I'm just looking out for you, my nigga, watch that shit you write!

Watch that shit you write!

I'm just looking out for you my nigga watch that shit you write!