Kyle Devon - Jamba Juice (feat. Wealth & June Lee)

Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch
Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch
I got bitches on me
They be speaking on my name but they cappin cause I'm valid
I got digits on me
I got different homies they got different weapons they put switches on them
We'll flip yo homie ain't no switching on me
I got killers wit me we be sinning really
Pack a punch the Glock it got power hit you wit like 50
When I open up my mouth to rap all the hoes get jiggy
All my hoes bossy you better be in yo bag when yo bitches bad it get costly
Never let yo left know what yo right doing what the O.G. taught me
I run up a check and fuck it up again I'm irresponsible
Aye lil bitch open up yo mouth I'm tryna see what yo tonsils do
I fucked her then I fucked her friend she like Kyle you're diabolical
I been on my grown man I'm on my way to go and see what her momma do
But she'll never know cause when we chill at the crib I call her momma dukes
You and yo mans is pussy y'all ain't really bound to shoot
My nigga June slid wit the stick yo mans shit his self he need a diaper ooh
Then he hopped back in the whip he got his daughter she need a diaper too
Bring all yo friends to the party bitch we off Jamba Juice
You had a good run nigga have that shit again
All my niggas locked in 1 5 to Westland
East Warren to 4 1 this bitch got a drum man you know I'm in the band
She got a grand tee man you know that she a fan
Pure white bitches in the whip feeling tan
They can't say nigga we let 'em twerk though
She wanna take a E I'm off the perks though
I'm a rock star I be in the booth
Big cuz he a block star my other cuz hoop
Man my other cuz hit Big Unc taking hits
Any nigga wit this blood man they bound to get rich
How the fuck I do this by myself
Quick revive handy pick me up by me self
Say my name say my name now the neighbors know Wealth yeah
You'd think that I was mute before I ask for some help yeah
Nigga what Grand I'm off the Jamba Juice ooh She a freak she wanna go she off that shit too
We gone clear the smoke they ain't never killed our folks
We gone get them niggas touched like a band of freaky hoes
Fire take that nigga soul nigga what you really sold
I got granny I got old make yo granny catch a soul
Turn a candle light to a afterlife
I'll hit the whole squad get they team wiped
Them niggas don't shoot all them niggas typewrite
Potato on the barrel turn a nigga into fries
Lil brody out a whip turn a nigga into sides put a shell in his back now that nigga turtle pie
Baby wanna fuck but I know she for the squad I don't really give a fuck about a bitch get a
Get a job
Bitch shake that ass if you don't wanna get a job
Bitch throw that ass if you meet the gods
Lil bro wanna turn feeling like knob
If a nigga run up we gone turn him to a
Turn him to a angel send that nigga to the sky
Baby say she wanna fuck but I know that bitch bi
Grab her best friend we gone fuck the hoes at the Lodge

Written by:
Arendal Lee, Chris Collins, Kyle Devon

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