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Juice adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak SOB X RBE tarafından 23 Ocak 2017 tarihinde yayınlandıSOB X RBE
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23 Ocak 2017
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[Verse 1]
Hey and I need all pros
And I'ma sip on this mud 'cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these **** like I'm Waldo
And bitch, we gon' stay with the juice it's all gone
[Verse 2]
Ruthless, yeah, bitch, yeah, I'm ruthless
And **** talkin' crazy on the net, but don't do shit
Bro got the strap, wrong move he'll shoot ya
Big Glock, make that bitch spit like it's droolin'
**** totin' poles, so they opps and they don't blast
If we see a opp, flip his whip bet he gon' crash
Test me like he dumb, bet he don't pass
Have him lookin' stupid, like he enterin' the wrong class
[Verse 3]
Tried a 9 to 5, said, fuck it on the block wit' it
Thirty on them Glocks, we don't really do the stocks with it
Try and take my bitch, three strikes, you will not hit it
Passin' all my hoes to the gang, I am not simpin'
SOB RBE, bitch, we fuller
We strapped with the heat, on the block we be coolin'
We hoop with them straps, with them Glocks we be shootin'
And I can't cuff a ho, 'cause these hoes I be using
[Verse 4]
Hey and I need all pros
And I'ma sip on this mud 'cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these **** like I'm Waldo
And bitch, I'ma stay with the juice till it's all gone
Hey and I need all pros
And I'ma sip on this mud 'cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these **** like I'm Waldo
And bitch, I'ma stay with the juice till it's all gone
[Verse 5]
Ho ****, I cannot fuck with ho ****
Callin' up my shooter, if you rockin' you can go wit' 'em
Strictly Only Brothers, if you not I don't know ****
Heard **** plottin', give a fuck got them poles wit' us
Masked up, Mike, no Myers
We got big chops and they sing, no choir
SOBm bitch, we the shit no diaper
Had 'em runnin' four flats, like four popped tires
[Verse 6]
**** pickin' sides, if you switch **** stay there
I'm Drake with the Glock, when I shoot **** take care
Big rounds in that chop, this bitch break bears
My **** really ridin', we don't really do the fake here
**** sendin' threats, lil' **** where you hangin' at?
SOB, bitch, me and all my **** bangin' that
My **** all a hundred, we don't really do the change wit' that
They plottin' in the party, we ain't trippin' 'cause we came with straps
I-I stay with the juice, bitch, I stay with some blues
If a **** jump dumb, put his face on the news
If the bitch wanna fuck, then my gang comin' too
Like a one word response, we got K's wit' us too
[Verse 7]
Hey and I need all pros
And I'ma sip on this mud 'cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these **** like I'm Waldo
And bitch, we gone stay with the juice till it's all gone
Written by: Everett Harris, Juwon Lee, Wayman Barrow
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