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Juice, oh juicy, whoa This Range kinda roomy Look, all this money on me What makes you think we gon' watch what you do You do Look Gotta be cool over here, boy Eatin' steak that's a sirloin Yeah, we been cookin' in the kitchen, kitchen Umm, yeah now they wanna know again Umm, yeah blingin' on my phone again Like yo fam', remember back on MSN Boy, you better get the fuck up out my mentions Waste man, now they wanna call me a changed man Musta sold his soul up to satan Lor', oh dem words of a pagan Ju-ju-juice, so juicy This Range kinda roomy Look, all this money on me What makes you feel we gon' watch what you do You do Juice, so juicy This Range kinda roomy Lord, all this money on me What makes you feel we gon' watch what you do You do Wait, is that really your man I could tell your feelin' my gang I don't really know about dem But we killin' it and we gon' stick to the plan You know, got the drip on my hands You know, snapped a pic on my 'Gram Now my ex is a fan and she calling me brand new now Oh Lord, oh Lord like whoa Now they wanna know again Ringing up my phone again Like remember back on Emerson Boy, you better get the fuck up out my mentions Waste man, now they wanna call me a changed man Must have saw the soul of the sinner Lor', oh dem words of a pagan Ju-ju-juice, so juicy This Range kinda roomy Look, all this money on me What makes you feel we gon' watch what you do You do Juice, so juicy This Range kinda roomy Look, all this money on me What makes you feel we gon' watch what you do You do Juicy, oh Juicy
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