lirik lagu ft audio push problem juicy j hit boy - t.u. (ft. audio push, problem & juicy j) - hit-boy
[hook]
i’m f-ckin’ drunk – no, i’m drunk as f-ck
i know my limit – and i ain’t had enough
hey you with that -ss – shake that sh-t
tonight is what you make of it, so motherf-cker
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motherf-cker
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[verse 1]
pop it, wobble, shake it, pop it, wobble, shake it just for me
gold around my neck and i ball, girl, i’m mr. t
you give that girl a couple shots
and i guarantee she gon’ shake for free
she says she don’t dance with the lights on
eat the rice on, guess what, girl? it’s that v
now let me stop playin’ with ya, girl, i’mma cut to the chase
i’mma leave your back broke when i stroke
you gon’ need you a brace
right now my mouth look like a pot of gold
a couble diamonds in it and ace
and any n-gg- in here broke is a life wasted, disgrace
i covered my face and said…
[hook]
[verse 2]
they say that p-ssy interfere with loot
still in the club – pocket full of miracles
other n-gg-s throw ones, let me show up in jamaican ‘do
franklins on top of franklins, i could probably build a school
with this amount – i got six accounts
gettin’ so f-cked up everything i say is mispr-nounced
swimmin’ pools full of liquor and i’m floatin’ through the current
tryna pour a couple more, godd-mn, but i am slurrin’ – f-ck it
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[verse 3]
i step in the club, my sack right
smoke in the club, my pack right
so many ms i hustle good
juicy be keepin’ that trap right
got a bad b-tch, that -ss tight
smokin’ on kick and my eyes tight
and i don’t do no talkin’, man
’cause i’mma bands her, man, call it ackrite
it’s the trippy k, juicy j
stoned all day, don’t need a break
ain’t talkin’ money, get out of my face
ain’t talkin’ trippy, get out of my way
feds watchin’, i know this
all this money, i’m thrown’
all the strippers they goin’
i got a stack and they know it
that’s cause i love to show it
cocaine money
guess that’s why i blow it
they watch me like a movie
just like fam’, i’m nolan
franklins i be holding’
my bank account growin’
and pistols we be totin’
[hook]
[outro]
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