Juice! - Xavier Oak & Daniel Boyd: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Xavier Oak & Daniel Boyd

Juice!

R&B/Soul

Juice! adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak oakstreehouse tarafından 30 Ocak 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıProgress? - EP

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümProgress? - EP

Çıkış Tarihi30 Ocak 2026

Firmaoakstreehouse

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM162

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Xavier Oak

Rap

Daniel Boyd

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Xavier Oak

Songwriter

Daniel Boyd

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jacob Clements

Mastering Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

Handed out a lot of favors but got no love

I be feelin' like Master P, No Limit Soldier

Run it up, run it up, get the racks I'm feelin' like oooh, baby

Gettin' to the bag, a young **** feelin' like he got the juice, baby

If it's on my neck and wrist I need that shit froze

Put the diamonds on my chick, she say that shit cold

Run it up, run it up, get the racks I'm feelin' like oooh, baby

Gettin' to the bag, a young **** feelin' like he got the juice, baby

Shit get sticky when we pull up

Out the carton we gone pour up

Got your shawty on the side, she ain't missin' like a quota

I just add her to the number

Man before you was a bummer,

She still say that you a bum, but she really want a stunner,

Out of pocket with the shit I'm doing, spending like the PowerBalls

Are hanging in my boxers, but the groupies wanna tear em' off

Baby these are Tommy Johns, premium is what she want

I get it baby, I feel the same, but who gone swipe the card?

Is it bribery? Do you vibe with me, regardless of the check?

I ain't looking through your social history, won't check an ex

I could hit it like a misdemeanor, repeated offense

Make you wanna cuff this pitbull to the fence, ugh

Handed out a lot of favors but got no love

I be feelin' like Master P, No Limit Soldier

Run it up, run it up, get the racks I'm feelin' like oooh, baby

Gettin' to the bag, a young **** feelin' like he got the juice, baby

If it's on my neck and wrist I need that shit froze

Put the diamonds on my chick, she say that shit cold

Run it up, run it up, get the racks I'm feelin' like oooh, baby

Gettin' to the bag, a young **** feelin' like he got the juice, baby

I be like ooh, baby

You might not find out what you're missing

If you keep me with the waiting, or you keep on playing timid

I'm a busy man, ain't no time to misread all your signals

When I ask you if you're bout it, I already know the answer

I'm like ooh, baby

You might not find out what you're missing

If you keep me on waiting, and you keep playing timid

I'm a busy man, ain't no time to miss, read all your signals

When I ask you if you're bout it, I already know the answer

I blow your head clean off the way I lay the shit down

I wasn't raised on the farm, but I'm an animal now

Don't engage with my charm, cause it ain't no way out

I'm out the cage and the barn, but they can't put me down

Handed out a lot of favors but got no love

I be feelin' like Master P, No Limit Soldier

Run it up, run it up, get the racks I'm feelin' like oooh, baby

Gettin' to the bag, a young **** feelin' like he got the juice, baby

If it's on my neck and wrist I need that shit froze,

Put the diamonds on my chick, she say that shit cold

Run it up, run it up, get the racks I'm feelin' like oooh, baby

Gettin' to the bag, a young **** feelin' like he got the juice, baby

Run it up, run it up, run it up

I'm a demon, keep it on tuck

I'll be scheming, fill up my cup

And I drain you if I don't get enough

Every bad bitch get loose with a drug

No substance, attention is enough

How I know this, I too will succumb

To lose focus every time they show me love

So I bat it off, stuff down the feelings

Till I find a personal greater meaning

To love mean girls just like Regina

Cause they keep me checked when I'm in my feelings

It's putrid, toxic, I can't stop it

Yes I tried, but we both want this

We get hits like we was boxing

We both knockouts, we can't block it

Woo-

But still you make me cocky

And when you under my skin, all of these bitches want me

So I'ma let you pull my strings, all as I love performing

And when the show comes to an end, help me count the profits

You know I

Handed out a lot of favors but got no love

I be feelin' like Master P, No Limit Soldier

Run it up, run it up, get the racks I'm feelin' like oooh, baby

Gettin' to the bag, a young **** feelin' like he got the juice, baby

If it's on my neck and wrist I need that shit froze,

Put the diamonds on my chick, she say that shit cold

Run it up, run it up, get the racks, I'm feelin' like oooh, baby

Gettin' to the bag, a young **** feelin' like he got the juice, baby

Written by: Daniel Boyd, Xavier Oak

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