All I Do Is Juug

(альбом: Streets On Lock - 2013)

I pray the God for forgiveness
All the jewels I caught
Ion' know I ain't blessed
[?]

[Hook x2:]
I just hop off the jet 'bout to catch a juug
Hundred bands on my neck all I do is juug
Ain't nobody gave me shit bitch I had to juug
I done ran up a check now my family good

Flex and finessing and juugging and loosing and winning
The choices I'm choosing
I'm sending I'm sending I'm winning I'm winning
Father please forgive me
My 'frigirator empty
All eyes against me
I'm juugging I'm juugging
My bitch in the kitchen she cooking and whipping them babies
My momma she drive me crazy
I don't know why Lord save me
No stress I'm bless no worry less
All my family from Haiti
I made it from nothing to something
The Gucci the Louis the Fendi the Prada
I finna got millions of dollars
In the club popping the bottles

[Hook]

[?] he and him
Mi pockets come [?]
Flex, finesse and juug
Put some rims in my garage
Volè, volè, volè
Kou nien mais pa konèt
Prié, prié, prié
I'm asking the Lord for forgiveness
I'm juugging I'm getting where no witness
Mab vend drogue, mab vend drogue
Si ou pa palé cop bouche ou senti
I'm flexing, finessing, I'm running with the money
Hop off a jet from a flight straight from Haiti

[Hook]