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JUICY J lyrics : "Talkin' Bout"

[Intro: Juicy J]
Swagger under
Trippy ^!$$%s? let's get ratchet

[Chorus x2: Wiz Khalifa (Juicy J)]
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out, they talkin %#@! but they hidin out
Real ^!$$%s know what I'm talkin bout?

(I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out, they talkin %#@! but they hidin out)
(Real ^!$$%s know what I'm talkin bout?)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]

(Trippy, trippy, trippy, turn up)
Rack after rack, I got the sack, geeked up of beans, pack after pack (yeah ho)
Stay with the nina' 2 cups and a zip, Juicy don't fight I just empty them clips (yeah ho)

Blowing like cash, high off the gas, pay 20 stacks and they run up and blast (yeah ho)
Next time you're see him this face on the shirt, next time car he ride in, stretch limo hearse
See why you ^!$$%s mad ^!$$%, that to me you so cash ^!$$%

Stuffed in a Louie bag ^!$$%, Juicy J be that ^!$$%
Big bag of that stank killer, codeine in my drink killer
Mostly ^!$$%s be lyin sayin they is but ain't killers

^!$$% wanna play with me, I'm a break him off
Give my youngins, they'll do it, I'm a bring em out (get em)
They gon' get on your $$# then they flyin takin off (get em)

^!$$% we gon take a life before we take a loss [gunshot]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

My diamonds sing like Ray J homie, every day's a payday
Rollin up that KK, now it's going down like mayday
All my ^!$$%s be chilling, stacking money to the ceiling

Used to smoking out the parking lot, now we owning a building oh
Used to tell ^!$$%s I was gonna here but they ain't really understand
Now they see me in that brand new Rari and start to think I'm the man

Now my jeans cost a grand, now my shows fill the stands
Now they see that I'm ballin cause of how they bring in them bands, ooh
Now when ^!$$%s be tourin, now my money be foreign

All my ^!$$%s be scorin, section very important
I'm cakin up, you fakin up, I'm rollin weed when I'm wakin up
Instead of talkin %#@! and try to hate on us just grab a joint and come bake with us

($#&@ ^!$$%, hahahaha, uhh)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]

(Look, okay, okay)
Front page, I'm on the news: ^!$$% call me a dropout
Real ^!$$%, 100, never needing no copout (nah)

Diamonds on my chain just pop off, you already know what I'm bout
Got bad (*##$es from overseas but I need a big $$# from the south
Look at us, we made it, bottles up in the air now

25 racks a night, give a $#&@ bout sweating your hair out
Getting trippy man with some frisky things; I am the %#@! and you ^!$$%s !@#*
'Cause if I mention ya'll I'm a make you famous you still ain't nothing, I'm stainless

We famous, anything you want right now, baby girl just name it
And I'm a get real deep in the #~!!@; the number one ^!$$%, ain't no need for replacement
Getting in my spaceship, I'm high as a (*##$, fly as a (*##$

Okay Juicy and Wiz, every day we do this %#@!
[Chorus]

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