Casey Jones II - Juice (feat. Localhotboy)
They must've forgot I got the juice(They must've forgot I got)
(They must've forgot I got)
(They must've forgot I got)
They must've forgot I got the juice
(They must've forgot I got)
(They must've forgot I got)
(They must've forgot I got)
They must've forgot I got the
Juice
Like I'm throwing Pac off the roof
All eyez on me when I do spit
I guess I'm Pac in the booth
I ask my chick ain't it ironic how I lie in the truth
My mustang a pegasus how I do fly in the coupe
The police tried to follow me, swallow my dust when I zoom
I was born for this my nigga I would rap in the womb
Like a mummy in the tummy, I came right out the tomb
To resurrect the game and just like that from concrete I bloom
(From concrete I bloom)
Iont even want that much
Wishlist ain't no page, I just want me a bad lil chick
Wanna love me when I get off stage
She ain't no ratchet, love me for who I am and she act her age
And she act classy but in the bedroom, shawty might need her a cage
And I want a record deal, a house that take a thousand people just to fill
Just to feel the feeling that you get
When you rich and people show respect
Sick of living check to check to check
I'm the only one to represent
I'm the only one to rep the set
I'm the only one don't you forget
They must've forgot I got the juice
(They must've forgot I got)
(They must've forgot I got)
(They must've forgot I got)
They must've forgot I got the juice
(They must've forgot I got)
(They must've forgot I got)
(They must've forgot I got)
They must've forgot I got the juice
(They must've forgot I got)
(They must've forgot I got)
(They must've forgot I got)
They must've forgot I got the
They must've forgot I got the
They must've forgot I got the
Juice
That Tropicana
I got that shit that make her dance
Dirty Diana
And I'm from where them real niggas didn't bang bandanas
We just get it in, I'm with my bros, fuck a friend
Fuck that drama, I'm too focused on them dividends
Local Hot Boy, nigga, I'm that nigga dawg
I'm really him, these niggas out here think they really ballin
I'm above the rim, Me and Casey
We can be the light
When it get dim
(Shit)
(Shit)
They like, whose summer
We got orange juice in a Blue Hummer
Who humble, to be honest dawg, I always do numbers
Ooh-wee
I just checked my card I had a good week
Casey Jones my dog, hit my phone he need a good feat
They like, whose summer
We got orange juice in a Blue Hummer
Who humble, to be honest dawg, I always do numbers
Ooh-wee
I just checked my card I had a good week
Casey Jones my dog, hit my phone he need a good feat
Written by:
Casey Jones II, Leviticus Grimes
Publisher:
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