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JUICY J lyrics : "Boss Nigga"

Intro: Juicy J

Cant stop this money flow, broke $$# ^!$$%s (never)

Hatin' $$# ^!$$%s man

Juicy J:


I got them shooters on deck AK's with banana clips
We aint bout that talking you get smoked like castle sticks

My ^!$$% only move a real ^!$$%s and goons
They dont know how to talk, they only know how to shoot
Drop a couple bands, and get your top cut off

While I'm somewhere with some rich white folks playing golf
My Benz got a hole in the top like a dolphin
I'm on this codeine because this weed got me coughin'

From Memphis Tenneesse where it aint ten a ki
Find a ^!$$% dead in his house, he just a memory
^!$$%s starving in these streets, coming for your stash

A gun plus a mask, you do that math
Still steppin' on them blocks like hopscotch
Goons on deck shootin' like they own a shot clock

Real ^!$$% always countin' like a stop watch
Bullet after toaster turn you to a pop tart
Hundred bands on the watch (*##$ its my time

We were totin' pistols to school before Columbine
Juicy J, North Memphis vet
I went and bought a Corvette and put it on my neck

Money talk, you broke ^!$$%s is deaf
(*##$ I'm blowin' on loud and so is my check
Fully-automatics, no auto-tune

I don't make no diss songs I'm leaving rappers with bullet wound

Hook x2: Juicy J


Boss ^!$$%, I be callin' shots
These shakin' $$# ^!$$%s, be callin' cops

If I got any problems, I call them shooters
My (*##$ got plenty racks, I call them hooters


Outro: Juicy J

Real %#@!, real spit

Get your money up ^!$$%
Yeah, (maf... mafia)

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