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lirik lagu jay juice - shut up

[intro]
(bigsan did it again)

[verse 1]
all these hoes on my d~ck, i got the right to choose
b~tch, don’t play me out in public, you gon’ make the news, n~gga
been steppin’ on the opps, i been done ripped my shoe (yeah)
i’m finna hit it from the side because her p~ssy loose, n~gga (yup)
pop out the cut and blam his ass, we playin’ peekaboo
ask my mama, she know her son in the streets and she know what i do
b~tch, i’m off the perc’ and i been sippin’ juice
he thought he was finna rob, i had to hear that dude
i said, back then, they called me famous jay, but now i’m big juice
i’m walkin’ in with mini micro drac’, i’m finna skip through
i say, “b~tch, i’ll put a beam on it because i miss, dog”
f~ck around and f~ck hеr titties, she got big b00bs
i say, b~tch, i’m fresh up out of jail, runnin’ thе bag up
give my lil’ bro a round of applause, he like to clap somethin’
n~gga, that boy, he couldn’t hit me with that whack jumper
i heard you pinched your brother bag, he left his sack open

[interlude]
i heard you pinched your brother bag, he left his sack open (b~tch)
i heard you pinched your brother bag, i’m finna

[verse 2]
i’m finna hit this pretty b~tch, she got a fat dumper
soon as i f~ck her, she gon’ skate, that b~tch a ho renter
b~tch, he cheaper than a f~ck, flexin’ with four hundred
right now, i’m chillin’ with some steppers and some more comin’
if you walk in tryna get another front, i’ll close the door on her
your ass was never even like that, you a store runner
i say, b~tch, she walked in with her friends, i’m callin’ more brothers
i walked in hotter than a b~tch, i’m tryna torch somethin’
i just put a eight right in this two liter, b~tch, i’m a wock’ junkie
i just dropped my locy to the opps, them n~ggas not comin’
i’ll put a red beam on this .357 just to stop somethin’
just to stop somethin’, you chillin’ in the trap and that b~tch not jumpin’
they like, “juice, you young as h~ll makin’ the bag flip” (yeah)
i could how you flex, you’ve never had sh~t
i done hit a l!ck then hit another l!ck, tryna get mad rich (yeah)
wait ’til i sign this deal, i’m uppin’ h~lla cheese and talkin’ cash sh~t
b~tch, my bro trippin’, i’m finna smack big
like, why you comin’ to the function with a fat b~tch, n~gga?
yo’ b~tch cookin’ for me, she made a whack dish
why you keep dissin’ in them songs? i’m tryna whack, b~tch
i done upped my gun and shot it out the car behind the black tint (huh)
you told her you was eatin’ b~tt, that is not real
i’m gettin’ money, focused on myself ’cause i don’t got kids
no matter where, i’m rockin’ with my n~gga e because we locked in
[outro]
b~tch

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