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Listen to Neighbor (feat. Travis Scott) - Single by Juicy J
ALBUMNeighbor (feat. Travis Scott) - SingleJuicy J
Listen to Juicy J Essentials featuring Juicy J
PLAYLISTJuicy J EssentialsApple Music Hip-Hop

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Tyon Senior
Tyon Senior
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buddha Bless
Buddha Bless
Producer
Michael "Crazy Mike" Foster
Michael "Crazy Mike" Foster
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Nix
Kevin Nix
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Shut the fuck up! Yeah, mane We still gettin' this paper (Buddah Bless this beat) Jump to a check, aw, hit it in cash, hit it n' dash (yeah, yeah) Flash, she a dancer (flash, she a dancer) Stack it and fold 'em (stack it and fold!) 42 acres (oh yeah) fuck on my neighbor (uh) Told her don't say shit (say, say, say) Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Dawg, I'm stuck (yeah) feel no drugs (yeah) That's my love in a cup (yeah) keep it short (yeah, yeah) Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah) Really off balance, heard they got talent (uh) Really ecstatic, moon walkin' backwards (uh) Plane, it got wood floors on the cabinet Hit the flight attendant diamond status Keep a actress on the addicts daily Looking like Boogie Nights in the '80s, ayy Jump to a check, aw, hit it in cash (yeah ho!) Hit it n' dash (yeah ho!) Flash, she a dancer (yeah ho!) Stack it and fold 'em (yeah ho!) 42 acres (yeah ho!, uh huh) Fuck on my neighbor (yeah ho!) Told her don't say shit (yeah ho!) Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck (yeah ho!), fuck, fuck, fuck Dawg, I'm stuck (yeah) feel no drugs (yeah) That's my love in a cup (yeah) keep it short (yeah, yeah) Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah I go live like Kodak (like Kodak) Niggas keep dyin', fuck Xanax (fuck that) I kill shit, what's next? (What's next?) Nick can't stop my flex (can't stop that) Stripper put it on her chest (right there) She even want no check (no check) Got Cartier on me like Offset (Offset) Ain't even gotta rap, nigga, I'm set Get to a check (yeah, yeah) I ain't even cash (ain't even cash) Fresh to death lookin' like I stepped up out a casket (out a casket) I'm gon' take my shot, you gon' pass it (you gon' pass) My bitch classy and she look just like Cassie, but she nasty I'm fucked up, stuck, still fill up a cup Woke up like what the fuck is up, let's turn up (yeah) Fuck a buzz, yeah, I need drugs, let's turn up yeah Keep a torch, yeah, I'm a dog you a mutt, yeah Jump to a check, aw, hit it in cash Hit it n' dash (yeah, yeah) Flash, she a dancer (woo) Stack it and fold 'em (uh, uh) 42 acres (uh, okay) Fuck on my neighbor (yeah, okay) Told her don't say shit (damn, uh) Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Dawg, I'm stuck (yeah) feel no drugs (yeah) That's my love in a cup (yeah) keep it short (yeah) Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah)
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Jacques Webster, Tyon Douglas Senior Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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