Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Juugin & Juugin , by - Kid RedRelease date: 19.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Juugin & Juugin |
| Juggin' and juggin' it |
| Send in your order, I’m cookin' it |
| Bodied out there like bullet tints |
| Say it’s like readin' a book again |
| Juggin' and juggin' it |
| Cookin' it, cookin' it |
| Juggin' it, juggin' it |
| Cookin' it, cookin' it |
| Juggin' and juggin' it |
| Send in your order, I’m cookin' it |
| Bodied out there like bullet tints |
| Say it’s like readin' a book again |
| Juggin' and juggin' it |
| Cookin' it, cookin' it |
| Juggin' it, juggin' it |
| Cookin' it, cookin' it |
| Catchin' it, I’m finessin' it |
| Blew the cheque all on my necklace |
| Whippin' them olds over the stove |
| Workin' it like I’m a Mexican |
| Workin' it like I’m a Mexican |
| Pushin' that work to pedestrians |
| Juggin' it, juggin it, whippin' it, whippin' it |
| Niggas know I got the Tec with the clip in it |
| If you talkin' 'bout the money, we gettin' it |
| If you talkin' 'bout it, I could be sippin' it |
| Everything that you rapping, I’m living it |
| Plug just hit me with the packs, get rid of him |
| Murda hit me with the track and I’m killing it |
| Everybody in the trap gon' be feeling it |
| Niggas saying that their shit is legitimate |
| It’s Kid Red, really boys always beefing |
| Your career dead, off the rip |
| Heard it was a fuck nigga talking shit |
| Chop a nigga down so the coffin fit |
| Hit her with the dick now she walking stiff |
| Bitch pressing her way, like doing time in the state |
| Niggas see me on my grind so they hate |
| Put a bullet in your brain where the |
| No bullshit I just got the packs son, y’all niggas ain’t get that |
| You’d think that fuck nigga riding, the way that it kickback |
| I hustle no, I hustle and flip that |
| Going off them bars she breaking my Kit-Kat's |
| How about them pills, I sell them like Tic-Tac's |
| When I drop the top then hit the gas, I tell that hoe sit back |
| A hundred degrees, she feeling the breeze, she holding the |
| Juggin' and juggin' it |
| Send in your order, I’m cookin' it |
| Bodied out there like bullet tints |
| Say it’s like readin' a book again |
| Juggin' and juggin' it |
| Cookin' it, cookin' it |
| Juggin' it, juggin' it |
| Cookin' it, cookin' it |
| Juggin' and juggin' it |
| Send in your order, I’m cookin' it |
| Bodied out there like bullet tints |
| Say it’s like readin' a book again |
| Juggin' and juggin' it |
| Cookin' it, cookin' it |
| Juggin' it, juggin' it |
| Cookin' it, cookin' it |