FlynnAlKapone - Juice

15 tons of marijuana
Got Damn
She like oh my God its FlynnAlKapone
Gang
Ladadadadadada
FlynnAlKapone
Im switchin' lanes in a brinks
She wanna meet, greet
Now we fuckin' in a suite
We at sea, beaches
112, I do the cream peaches
All this money brings serpents and leaches
Birkins for Keisha
No guidance so I'm serving the people
You aint got juice
I'm in the field with a stick nigga
You aint get loose
See I've been minding my bags
I'm top floor, Hunnid racks
I aint surprised where we at
And this aint cap
I'm speaking facts
I aint even gon' boast
I aint even gon' brag 'bout my bag
Kick the door, Grab the cash
Cause I was tired of being last, Now they mad
I'm the nigga with the Juice
She want a nigga with the Juice
Get some Juice
I've been mindin' my bags
I've been mindin' my racks
Trips to the W
I'm talking Weston
Top floor suite at the Ritz to get my rest in
You aint put ya mans on shit that's why ya ends low
Walk around pockets on tight like he Winslow
See I could spare a lil juice
But where was you when loose screws
I pop the cork and drop the roof
And let her taste
She give me face
She want a nigga with the juice
Drinkin' henny , pourin' champagne
See I'm that nigga with the juice
And all my niggas on the same thang
See we been mindin' our bags
We top floor, Hunnid racks
I aint surprised where we at
But while they mad
We getting cash
I aint even gon' boast
I aint even gon' brag 'bout my bag
Kick the door, Grab the cash
Cause I was tired of being last, Now they mad
I'm the nigga with the Juice
She want a nigga with the Juice
Get some Juice
I've been mindin' my bags
I've been mindin' my racks

Written by:
Ayva-Estelle Blaylock

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