Still Jones - Free JuJu

I've been on Spotify, my boy My nigga, you got the same thing, it's on there
I been listenin' to him, I been jammin' him But, I mean, I just came out the locker for
Shit You know, uh, it's been about two weeks now
So, I ain't been, I ain't been checkin' I was gone for twenty-four days, so it's been like a

Thriller Unless you loaded it up, if you tell me
You loaded it up I see you over there all excited about the
Jay-Z on Spotify, nigga Listen, you don't need to be Jumping
I'm just, I'm tryna figure out for me Who is the, who is the first material

Who is the new shit? My motha gon' check it out right now
Like, right now, right now

I like my jewelry type all kind of bright, shine like China white
On like all kind of lights, yo girl all kind of pipe
Dick game like dynamite, it's going down tonight
Swim in that pussy until she drown tonight, it's kinda sounding like like
Like they don't know me but want me, I been the champ Robert Horry
I let it rock, David Bowe, I mean these bitches need Maury
But that's a whole different story, she get it mixing it on me
Sound like that good macaroni (Still Jonessss)

Don't talk you can show me, I mean unless if you scared
Shit I run from my OGs that mean I'm always prepared
Bag her up like an Oz, and then I beat it like snares
When I hit it bitch it sound like flip flops runnin' down stairs yeah
Switch positons like its musical chairs, I went from moving them squares
To sellin' that E, flipping perks sellin' weed, them boys don't know about me
Cause the work disappears, they only know what they see, see

Yo, bro, some G-Shit Know the reason why I ain't even go hard
With you out there Uh, on that music shit
It's because, number one, I wasn't straight But number two, I was on the run for this
Motherfuckin' case I'm here for now That shit wouldn't even hurt

If somethin' would've happened Cause I'm the type of nigga, like
Nigga, I would've pushed you to your fuckin' limit
You want bills, I would've pushed y'all niggas deeper
I would've pushed y'all niggas to the limit I promise, and all that

We would've got this music into the right place
I'm a real social person And I like to go places
And I would've got the music into the right hands
I promise, I'm just, I'm just that, that, that, that guy

I would've made sure niggas would've Niggas not gon' be wasting
No time for nothin' Ain't no time to waste
You got all these wack-ass Rappers, talentless motherfuckers out there
Just making music off of hot beats That shit is wack

You can have a hot beat Like, mother, you can have a hot beat
You can just be gas But I like how you are
And just, just gotta get the music in the right hands
I like what you doin' though But, we gotta speed it up

We gotta speed it up twenty-twenty, twenty-twenty

Written by:
Kevin Jones

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