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Meek Mill - I Got The Juice (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Cardo On The Beat
Cardo On The Beat
Programming
Yung Exclusive
Yung Exclusive
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brock Korsan
Brock Korsan
Songwriter
Cardo
Cardo
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Exclusive
Yung Exclusive
Producer
Sam Bohl
Sam Bohl
Assistant Engineer
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Cardo On The Beat
Cardo On The Beat
Producer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Rather eat crumbs with bums before I split my steak with you snake ass niggas I rather stay around my day ones 'fore I come around you fake ass niggas I rather have a broke real bitch 'fore I ever deal with y'all fake ass bitches I ain't with the flooding on the 'gram I really fuck with you don't take my picture nigga Posted on the corner with a 40 on my hip Godzilla We was getting to it when they hit my nigga Dean that's when shit got realer I was on the Southside really outside got killers got killers Started from the bottom of the bottom now its bottles popping in the sky filling Catch a body be a body I'm from where you couldn't talk you ain't be about it I ain't really with the talk and be G about When we catch you niggas slipping we gon' see about it And these niggas get to talking like they know me Finna talk me to the old me Should've listened to my momma when she told me Now these bitches throwing pussy cause they owe me I got the juice, nigga I got the juice Nigga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe When I hop out the coupe Real niggas I'mma salute Cause I got the juice, nigga I got the juice She popping pussy like I'm a Baloo Cause I got the juice Counting million dollars gon' fuck something Put an eight up in my Phantom I don't want none Nigga looking I don't tuck nothing My nigga Earl got thirty trying to slump something I'm in the car [?] and the truck coming Ya patan come dump somethin' Bust them up we don't tuck nothing Bout to take a bird to the table we don't front nothing I'm a north nigga at the end of the day Gunned by a nigga with the end of a K Kick you in your ass and send you away They come around here like you niggas ain't safe Cause all my hittas going bllllrrrt stick 'em Fuck if you with 'em Its money and murder if you fuck with my niggas You come to my city I fucked all them bitches I fucked all them bitches cause I got the juice, nigga I got the juice Nigga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe When I hop out the coupe Real niggas I'mma salute Cause I got the juice, nigga I got the juice She popping pussy like I'm Uncle Luke Cause I got the juice Cause all she ever wanted was a trap nigga Every time you ever saw me I was strapped nigga Getting blunted in the back nigga No this ain't a 550, this a Bach, nigga Nigga prolly spend you car money on your act nigga Couple band 5 racks nigga You caught beefing where you at nigga You caught beefing when we clap niggas I got the juice, nigga I got the juice Nigga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe Load up the chopper screaming R.I.P. Snupe Bout to pop out the roof cause I got the juice
Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, Daveon Lamont Jackson, Ronald N. La Tour Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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