Juice Bars Songtext
Every day of the week (Yeah)
I get to play with the beat (Yeah)
I'm just a lion with lines (Yeah)
I do not play with the sheep (Bitch)
But I got close with the G.O.A.Ts (Yeah)
They like how I say what I think (Yeah)
I've been at war with the guys (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I'm still prayin' for peace
Let me roll my weed
I get to play with the beat (Yeah)
I'm just a lion with lines (Yeah)
I do not play with the sheep (Bitch)
But I got close with the G.O.A.Ts (Yeah)
They like how I say what I think (Yeah)
I've been at war with the guys (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I'm still prayin' for peace
Let me roll my weed
Let me roll my drugs, let me do my thing
Let me feel that buzz
Let me get my hug, what's your name?
Let me roll my weed
Let mе sit my wine, wine and dine (Bitch)
Lеt me do my thing
Can I show your ass a good time?
We been far apart but when we come together, we gon' come together
Motherfuck the weather, you a fuckin' sprinkler
You a slip and slide, you always fucked it better
She goes down and tell me, "Pick my head up"
You the topic, topic of the letter
These other niggas trash, I'ma pick up the litter
Dump 'em in the dumpster, any other motherfucker, motherfuck 'em
I could fuck the club up, I could make you think, I make you motherfucker
Your bitch a bird, that's why she tryna duck you
This absurd to ever try and trust her
Fuck what you heard, pockets full of pluckers
Yeah, I get the chicken, you can call it cheese, you can call it spinach
Yeah, season, dawg, I'm bein' real specific Let me dumb it down so you can finally get it, lil' idiot
Who that nigga?
If it ain't me, bitch
Nothin' but a picnic in the park
I pick a beat then I pick it apart
Until I'm livin' with a picket fence in the yard
To get [?], my pigs in the cars
Because Cozz livin' too large
Got drive but sometimes you gotta kick it to start
Parkin' with a stick just to get into [?]
I know I'm fire but sometimes you gotta flick it to spark
Yeah, flick it to spark
But fuck all that fast rap
Y'all niggas can have that, these is dead raps
Y'all my sons, I love you niggas
But what's done is done
When you stay asleep when you ain't supposed to, you get your ass whooped
But love is love
I talk in the mic with a lesson to teach
This is better than a sex on the beach (Bitch)
Every day of the week (Yeah)
I get to play with the beat (Yeah)
I'm just a lion with lines (Yeah)
I do not play with the sheep (Bitch)
But I got close with the G.O.A.Ts (Yeah)
They like how I say what I think (Yeah)
I've been at war with the guys (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I'm still prayin' for peace
Bitch, I got that lemonade, that cranberry
Bitch, I'm made of Minute Maid, and that's scary
'Cause I got that juice, juice, juice, juice
Yeah, juice, juice, juice, juice (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, bitch I got that juice
Let me feel that buzz
Let me get my hug, what's your name?
Let me roll my weed
Let mе sit my wine, wine and dine (Bitch)
Lеt me do my thing
Can I show your ass a good time?
We been far apart but when we come together, we gon' come together
Motherfuck the weather, you a fuckin' sprinkler
You a slip and slide, you always fucked it better
She goes down and tell me, "Pick my head up"
You the topic, topic of the letter
These other niggas trash, I'ma pick up the litter
Dump 'em in the dumpster, any other motherfucker, motherfuck 'em
I could fuck the club up, I could make you think, I make you motherfucker
Your bitch a bird, that's why she tryna duck you
This absurd to ever try and trust her
Fuck what you heard, pockets full of pluckers
Yeah, I get the chicken, you can call it cheese, you can call it spinach
Yeah, season, dawg, I'm bein' real specific Let me dumb it down so you can finally get it, lil' idiot
Who that nigga?
If it ain't me, bitch
Nothin' but a picnic in the park
I pick a beat then I pick it apart
Until I'm livin' with a picket fence in the yard
To get [?], my pigs in the cars
Because Cozz livin' too large
Got drive but sometimes you gotta kick it to start
Parkin' with a stick just to get into [?]
I know I'm fire but sometimes you gotta flick it to spark
Yeah, flick it to spark
But fuck all that fast rap
Y'all niggas can have that, these is dead raps
Y'all my sons, I love you niggas
But what's done is done
When you stay asleep when you ain't supposed to, you get your ass whooped
But love is love
I talk in the mic with a lesson to teach
This is better than a sex on the beach (Bitch)
Every day of the week (Yeah)
I get to play with the beat (Yeah)
I'm just a lion with lines (Yeah)
I do not play with the sheep (Bitch)
But I got close with the G.O.A.Ts (Yeah)
They like how I say what I think (Yeah)
I've been at war with the guys (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I'm still prayin' for peace
Bitch, I got that lemonade, that cranberry
Bitch, I'm made of Minute Maid, and that's scary
'Cause I got that juice, juice, juice, juice
Yeah, juice, juice, juice, juice (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, bitch I got that juice
