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OJ Da Juiceman

Middle Finger

 

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ZT, let me talk these folk right quick cuz

[CHORUS]
Where would I be without my Pyrex and my clientele
Probably broke and disgusted, dead or in jail
But with my right wrist, I learned to cook fish
Focus in the game, with one goal get rich
Get money, stack paper
Middle fingers in the air to a hater
Get money, stack paper
Middle finger in the air to a hater

[VERSE 1]
Wish a nigga would, nigga wish he could
Be the Juiceman, got work in every hood
But I stay down, so I can wear the crown
Sucka nigga hate, pussy with a frown
You can join the circus, cause I don't know this clown
Bouldercrest road that's my stomping ground
Shout out Lil Dre, that nigga hold me down
32 ENT and we don't fuck around
Wit no pussy niggas, no
Wit no hating niggas, no
Wit no sucka niggas,
Yeah we from Decatur, nigga
Get some money, nigga
Get a hustle, nigga
You're a pocket watcher [?] you Russian missiles

[CHORUS]
Where would I be without my Pyrex and my clientele
Probably broke and disgusted, dead or in jail
But with my right wrist, I learned to cook fish
Focus in the game, with one goal get rich
Get money, stack paper
Middle fingers in the air to a hater
Get money, stack paper
Middle finger in the air to a hater

[VERSE 2]
Hi-hi-hater, I guess you're mad, cause my shoes is alligator
Every time I step out young Juiceman look like he tailored
Blowing 93, RG3 when he paid for Baylor
White and blue polos, keep 'em looking like a sailor
Kobe Bryant rich like I just signed with the Lakers
Keep a shooter with me, Reggie Miller from the Pacers
Go go gadget car [?] like speed racer
Nigga hate on me, no. 2 pencil erase ya
Swear I'm from Alaska, cuz my jewelry like a glacier
Came from the bottom to the top, look how I raised up
Culinary arts school, yeah, I keep my grades up

[CHORUS]
Where would I be without my Pyrex and my clientele
Probably broke and disgusted, dead or in jail
But with my right wrist, I learned to cook fish
Focus in the game, with one goal get rich
Get money, stack paper
Middle fingers in the air to a hater
Get money, stack paper
Middle finger in the air to a hater

hecho

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