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Juicy J

Hot Line

 

Hot Line

(专辑: Shutdafukup - 2018)


SHUTDAFUKUP!
Time for da Juice Mane to go insane...
(DatPiff.com, world premiere)

Phone jumping, jumping like a hotline
They say they running, tell them niggas stop lying
They say they coming for me, might as well stop trying
Styrofoam full of red, stop sign
Smoked out, loced out, nigga I'm flying
I been so high, I be cool with not coming down
Couple mil', tryna see that shit a hundred times
You had chances, fuck that shit up like a hundred times
North side, all you hear about is homicide
Get inside, or be victim of a drive-by
Stash spot, police raid it five times
I made it out, feel like I got nine lives
I was pimping, felt like I had nine wives
Fuck all them hoes, I fucked 'em all nine times
I turn't up, now the game all mine
No false flagging, nigga I got mob ties

You know man, everyone always be like, yo, yo, yo, man
When you gon' bring Three Six Mafia back
When y'all gon' get back together
Man, me and Paul still talk, man
We gon' work it out, Imma tell you bout my city

Memphis niggas walk up to your house
Knock on your door and blow yo' ass off
Rob you for yo' new shit 'fore you even snatch the tag off
Young niggas get money, pop the Rover at the trap house
I just hit my jeweler like I'm 'bout to drop a bag off
You ain't surviving my city, choppers revolvers and semis
Don't need no reason to kill you, you gotta mind your own business
My city grooming them killers, felony weapon, concealers
You know I run with them dealers
I see more zombies than Thriller
Where the land, where the dollars at
Where the waitress servers, where the bottles at?
All the bad bitches flock where the ballers at
They tryna follow my wave like a shark attack
I got my wrist on winter, joint longer then goddamn car antenna
Fucking in the car for a chance to take her home, I get face and all
So she get out my lap, I'm taking off

You're a nigga!
Nasty fucking nigga! (Nigga, nigga, nigga)

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