Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intro , by - Juicy J. Song from the album O's to Oscars, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.08.2017
Record label: Blue Planet
Song language: English
Intro |
| You better get familiar with the sound, baby |
| This what happen when you win the Oscar’s |
| They make 'em sing for you |
| Juicy J, DJ Blak |
| It’s the conexion, baby |
| I’m still working while I’m on vacation |
| You can’t tell me nothing by my dedication |
| Weed, pills and that drank, that’s my medication |
| Feet up in my whip cause it’s very |
| Hey, hold up, hold up |
| I told you with no mistake |
| Ain’t no missunderstanding |
| Juicy J, DJ Blak |
| Yeah, we here, baby |
| O’s to Oscars |
| Who the fuck would ever thought we would win a Oscar in here? |
| I’m still working while I’m on vacation |
| You can’t tell me nothing by my dedication |
| Weed, pills and that drank, that’s my medication |
| Feet up in my whip cause it’s very spacious |
| All these niggas nervous, what the fuck is pressure? |
| You not on this level cause you lack the effort |
| You thought you seen the drought, you 'bout to see a desert |
| Getting to this money is my guilty pleasure |
| I should take a break and let 'em get a chance |
| Fuck that shit, I’m turnt up in this bitch again |
| Bitch I ain’t your daddy, I can’t hold your hands |
| One thing that’s for sure is bands gon' make her dance |
| Play this at your party, play this on your block |
| Yeah play this at your office, play this in your shop |
| Play this when you and the homies load the Glock’s |
| Play that shit again when my album drops |
| My business gets personal |
| Forgive me for birthing you |
| I heard a couple lines that you stole from a verse or 2 |
| My flow is too versatile |
| My punchlines get surgical |
| 'Fore I even heard of you, already murdered you |
| Hard work pays off, so bitch you know what to do |
| Lock myself down in the trap for 'bout a month or 2 |
| I got work, so you know that clientèle is coming through |
| We got grams, we got grammy’s, we got O’s and Oscar’s too |
| She wanna hop in the Range, I wanna hop in the Wraith |
| She wanna all in the pants, I wanna all in her face |
| All I be wanted is bands, all I be wanted is base |
| I don’t wanna be no friends, bitch get the fuck out my face |
| She fell in love in a day, I fell in love with the yay |
| I fell in love with the cake, ain’t got time to go spray |
| Had to make sure we was straight |
| I was the reason we ate, I put the food on your plate |
| You should just let me degrade |
| Have a melon or a grape, all these niggas full of hate |
| I’m so high, need a cape |
| I’m so high, I’m in outer space |
| My safe is running out of space cause I be spreading to the cake |
| Like I’m tryna win a race, your bitch is all up in my face |
| Tell us we got good taste, cause all I know is first place |
| Who is the one that was telling you niggas 'bout cooking and whipping the yay |
| All of these bitches be on me when I’m in the Bentley, what more can I say? |
| Bitch I been kicking this paper since pimping way back in the day |
| Real niggas getting this money so fuck you little bloggers and fuck what you say |