Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Throwed Nigga , by - Juicy J. Release date: 18.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Throwed Nigga |
| You a throwed nigga |
| You a you a throwed nigga |
| You a throwed nigga |
| You a you a throwed nigga |
| Codeine in my cup, bitch all in my face |
| Kush all in my blunt, super throwed on that ace |
| You a throwed nigga |
| You a you a throwed nigga |
| Ridin' round with that super soaker |
| Red cup I’m super throwed |
| My straight eight all suped up |
| I’m a dry this ho to the Super Bowl |
| Trukfit, tank top, tell them hoes I’m super lean |
| Look like I won the super lotto |
| Damn my condo super clean |
| Left your bitch at the Super 8 |
| She sucked my dick I’m super straight |
| Got Nicki Minaj tied up in my trunk 15's kicking out, that’s Super Bass |
| In the hood we got super bands |
| My cotton piece stuff super grams |
| My bitch layed out with a super ten |
| She flying high with super man |
| Picture that, no Instagram |
| Real life no side show |
| Real nigga, no Tony Parker |
| Your main bitch is my side-ho |
| Blowin' purp I’m high fi, redrum in that Mai Tai |
| Rubbing on the bitch tattas she scared of dick, Sci Fi |
| Hooked her up to that Wi Fi |
| Wiped my dick and said bye bye |
| Dropped the ho off at Pop Eyes and continued eating my hot fries |
| My old partner, AR said you a cold nigga |
| I simply said my day job my day job, ain’t lovin' hoes nigga |
| Ask Juicy J about me |
| What you know about mixing molly with the loud |
| Hotel smoked out nigga fuck a towel |
| Nigga all my wet burn blunts like cigarettes |
| Benz got my teeth grindin' like I’m chewing Nicorette |
| Every three hours need a re up from the weed man |
| Afghan purp strand super man head band |
| Eyes so tight got me looking like Jackie Chan |
| Me and the Game like Red and the Method Man |
| Smoking on the roach, you ain’t really feeling that dope that you smoked |
| Try to mix lean with the blunt let it soak |
| All you gon' do is choke |
| Niggas can’t handle weed from the west coast |
| Smoke so much till a nigga overdose |
| I stay high when I’m in and out the booth |
| Gotta thank Mary for this verse that I wrote |
| Big buzz in every club don’t need a plug I am the plug |
| Taylor Gang, I’m on the plane |
| I’m leanin' man, I’m on them thangs |
| Only strong up in the bong, I’ve been high for way too long |
| Codeine I sip, hotbox the whip |
| I stay throwed, Cheech and Chong |
| Roll kush, fuck hoes, start fights, shoot niggas |
| How many niggas hurricane done killed, shit quite a few niggas |
| I’m like two Nas', two Jiggas, two Pacs, two Biggies |
| Cop the Rari for 250, then made the Rari do 250 |
| Crash the Rari got two Bentleys |
| Blowing dank like two hippes |
| Give a nigga bout eight months in the gym |
| I’m gonna come through looking like two fifties |
| Half a mill on that xbox |
| John Madden probably owin' me |
| Ask Bow Wow, ask Fat Joe, ask Ocho they know me |
| On that 2k, I od |
| That C.O.D. |
| you D.O.A |
| Fuck nigga put your money down |
| Start worrying bout when the fuck we gon' play |
| Put six bad hoes in one big room |
| Stuff six grams in one big blunt |
| Load six shells in one big pump |
| Stuff six chickens in one big trunk |
| Right next to a body, black John Gotti |
| Like a nigga shotty, hit em with the shotty |
| Fuck her good once then send her to the lobby |
| Fuck her so good momma looking for the body |
| Poppin' mollys and Bugattis, coppin' Mozzys no deposit |
| Runnin' through the money when a nigga get throwed |
| Tires screeching when the story get told |
| So much money that the shit don’t fold |