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lirik lagu a1dayone - juice in my cup

(d~mn how the streets know my name on a first name basis)

i could slur my words and they still gunn′ feel it

i been in and out them cuffs so much my wrists aching
i use to have them state trays now my scallops wrapped with bacon
we don’t need the preview cuz we never gunna play it
i could keep my ass right on this couch and still be clouted
i′ma keep on stacking it up until it’s a mountain
every time i’m at the f~cking plate i bat a thousand
i been counting all this cheese and you can′t get past the bouncer
i use to use the ebt but now my money blue
he asked for the feature for free but who he talking to
versace on the neck she just love it when i smell good
i poured up a deuce but i wish it was a four
i come from the trenches but i wanna be on forbes
your b~tch don′t look good its like she sleeping in the morgue
i love blessing my hood when i get back from the tour
d~mn i sold pressed pills more then i did the chores

you can hear my sh~t bumping through the 860
sh~tting with the bag they wanna put a tag on my toe
d~mn i feel like elvis with this juice in my cup
i’m bout to take a break before i really f~ckem′ up
how i build my own brand and stamp all of my brodis in
man they about to call me coach k the way i’m ballin′
god d~mn, just punched all my bars with out stumbling
these drugs got me fallin’ but i ain′t about to be mumbling

my broski in the crack house whipping’ off the stove top
you can hear them 808’s hit at every bus stop
really got connections got people in every continent
i′m a third generation of a gangster whose stopping it
this goofy asking me for the b~tches thats crazy
if you see me in the function, i bet you i′m already faded
i’m a trap star gotta keep these stacks up in my pocket
got some brand new juice i′m bout to sip up in the tropics
i just hit the weed pen while bagging up the luggage
three shows, three days, in the west i’m bugging
got my eyes open i don′t want to end like biggie
i just locked down the whole east i’m in every city

i know they can′t f~ck with this
i been in my bag i been sipping’ tris
b~tch i’m from the dirty i had to be filthy rich
i don′t give a f~ck i been stacking chips

i know they can′t f~ck with this
i been in my bag i been sipping’ tris

b~tch i′m from that dope cap, they tryin’ steal my whole swag
my first time in the stu i just had to serve a 8th
(aye) shout out to my dayone′s they know i love the bank
if we see them lights we bout to skerrt off
hit him with that sh~t if you a big dawg
had to post bail something crazy like 5 bands, 10 bands
i don’t give a f~ck i be ridin′
b~tch i got more game than a nintendo
got so much bread i can’t keep it in a bankroll
bout to put my vault in the wall, that sh~t kinda crazy
and it’s f~ck all my haters cuz this lean got me lazy

- lirik lagu a1dayone

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