Shit wild, dawg
Blowin’ good, blowin’ good
We blowin’ good and we sippin’ on the goose
If you f#ckin’ with the broad, then you f#ckin’ with the truth
Anything on the rise, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap and everybody gonna shoot
We blowin’ good and we sippin’ on the goose
If you f#ckin’ with the broad, then you f#ckin’ with the truth
Anything on the rise, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap and everybody gonna shoot [Scream]
Shoot up your block, n#gg#, get your own block, n#gg#
Always sell yay, so I flip my own guap, n#gg#
f#ck are you f#ck boys?
These chains cut boys
Will I let my goons loose you or you’ll get touched, boy?
Call me the Juicy man, I ain’t scared to shoot, man
Realest n#gg# in the game, call me truth, man
I’m not a star, b#tch, but I’m like a star, b#tch
Ol’ school Chevy, ride with thirties, that’s the car, b#tch
Come into it, chicks wanna get with me
In the strip club tryna get some p#ss# [p#ss#
In my shows, f#ckin’ hoes, workin’ in the kitchen
Call it what you mant, man, that’s how lit it is
We blowin’ good and we sippin’ on the goose
If you f#ckin’ with the broad, then you f#ckin’ with the truth
Anything on the rise, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap and everybody gonna shoot
We blowin’ good and we sippin’ on the goose
If you f#ckin’ with the broad, then you f#ckin’ with the truth
Anything on the rise, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap and everybody gonna shoot
I took my ho to drinkin’ on some
Makin’ soda in the studio
n#gg#s trippin’ ’cause we took to Hollywood
I ain’t tryna be actor, I’m tryna get a plug
‘Cause a OG kusher, n#gg# smoker
Had to re-up in the ties of a cheeseburger
All in Cali’, you can get the Ps for the low [Ps for the low
And you ain’t gotta ask the question, “Is this sh#t some dro?” [Is this sh#t some dro?
And if you wanna freak, get high, get them big bags
What you see? I see kind of them Xanax
Movin’ pills, mixin’ with liquor, make you panic [Panic
I work so hard for this Wock’, so I got that
We blowin’ good and we sippin’ on the goose
If you f#ckin’ with the broad, then you f#ckin’ with the truth
Anything on the rise, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap ’cause everybody gonna shoot
We blowin’ good and we sippin’ on the goose
If you f#ckin’ with the broad, then you f#ckin’ with the truth
Anything on the rise, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
Everybody got a strap and everybody gonna shoot
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Juicy J Lyrics – Everybody Gone Shoot