| You better get familiar with the sound, baby
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| This what happen when you win the Oscar’s
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| They make 'em sing for you
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| Juicy J, DJ Blak
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| It’s the conexion, baby
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| I’m still working while I’m on vacation
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| You can’t tell me nothing by my dedication
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| Weed, pills and that drank, that’s my medication
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| Feet up in my whip cause it’s very
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| Hey, hold up, hold up
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| I told you with no mistake
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| Ain’t no missunderstanding
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| Juicy J, DJ Blak
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| Yeah, we here, baby
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| O’s to Oscars
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| Who the fuck would ever thought we would win a Oscar in here?
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| I’m still working while I’m on vacation
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| You can’t tell me nothing by my dedication
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| Weed, pills and that drank, that’s my medication
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| Feet up in my whip cause it’s very spacious
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| All these niggas nervous, what the fuck is pressure?
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| You not on this level cause you lack the effort
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| You thought you seen the drought, you 'bout to see a desert
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| Getting to this money is my guilty pleasure
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| I should take a break and let 'em get a chance
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| Fuck that shit, I’m turnt up in this bitch again
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| Bitch I ain’t your daddy, I can’t hold your hands
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| One thing that’s for sure is bands gon' make her dance
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| Play this at your party, play this on your block
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| Yeah play this at your office, play this in your shop
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| Play this when you and the homies load the Glock’s
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| Play that shit again when my album drops
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| My business gets personal
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| Forgive me for birthing you
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| I heard a couple lines that you stole from a verse or 2
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| My flow is too versatile
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| My punchlines get surgical
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| 'Fore I even heard of you, already murdered you
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| Hard work pays off, so bitch you know what to do
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| Lock myself down in the trap for 'bout a month or 2
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| I got work, so you know that clientèle is coming through
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| We got grams, we got grammy’s, we got O’s and Oscar’s too
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| She wanna hop in the Range, I wanna hop in the Wraith
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| She wanna all in the pants, I wanna all in her face
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| All I be wanted is bands, all I be wanted is base
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| I don’t wanna be no friends, bitch get the fuck out my face
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| She fell in love in a day, I fell in love with the yay
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| I fell in love with the cake, ain’t got time to go spray
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| Had to make sure we was straight
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| I was the reason we ate, I put the food on your plate
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| You should just let me degrade
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| Have a melon or a grape, all these niggas full of hate
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| I’m so high, need a cape
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| I’m so high, I’m in outer space
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| My safe is running out of space cause I be spreading to the cake
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| Like I’m tryna win a race, your bitch is all up in my face
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| Tell us we got good taste, cause all I know is first place
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| Who is the one that was telling you niggas 'bout cooking and whipping the yay
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| All of these bitches be on me when I’m in the Bentley, what more can I say?
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| Bitch I been kicking this paper since pimping way back in the day
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| Real niggas getting this money so fuck you little bloggers and fuck what you say |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - Juicy J. Album song Rubba Band Business: Part 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп