Lyrics Just Might - Mike Smiff, Mozzy

Just Might

I just might, boy I just might do it
I just might, boy I just might do it
Might blow a bag on your bitch
Might fuck around and pay her rent
She be going crazy on the dick
I might put a baby in that bitch (ooh)
I just might, boy I just might do it
I just might, boy I just might do it
I might pull up in a old school
Acting brand-new like I’m anti-social
Yo baby momma on my hit list
Got eight or nine chains on my neck like I’m slick rick
She love me and the streets love me
Fat nigga with a whole lot of swag like I’m E-40
I might just take your baby momma to the projects
Hit the trap and buy thirty six ounces
I just might make her change her number
Fly her and your jits to the Bahamas for the whole summer
Might fuck her to some Dru Hill
Throw her a few bills for a purse and some new heels
(Shid I just might)
I just might, boy I just might do it
I just might, boy I just might do it
Might blow a bag on your bitch
Might fuck around and pay her rent
She be going crazy on the dick
I might put a baby in that bitch (ooh)
I just might, boy I just might do it
I just might, boy I just might do it
I might blow a bag on her hand bag
Why they hating baby, I don’t understand that
They might keep him in jail 'til my man crack
I don’t stop at this red light just ran that (ha)
Might spend fifty on a Cuban
Call the plug up and spend fifty with the Cubans
Ay you need to credit yeek, spend fifty on the shooters
Fifty on the lawyer, another fifty to the jeweler
Fifty in the ruler, do a nigga madula
Fifty in the ruler, do a nigga madula
Word to the mula, this is the life
Fuck ya baby mama then wiggle (I just might)
I just might, boy I just might do it
I just might, boy I just might do it
Might blow a bag on your bitch
Might fuck around and pay her rent
She be going crazy on the dick
I might put a baby in that bitch (ooh)
I just might, boy I just might do it
I just might, boy I just might do it
I should show her through the city (ha)
Might fly her ass down to Miami and get her titties done
Cash out on some ass shots
Turn her out, have her repping Slip-N-Slide like a mascot
I might hit you where it hurt maine
When you come through, have your jit call you by your first name
It ain’t nothing but a G-thang
Have her Prada down sitting on the wood at the Heat game
(Shid, I just might do it)
I just might, boy I just might do it
I just might, boy I just might do it
Might blow a bag on your bitch
Might fuck around and pay her rent
She be going crazy on the dick
I might put a baby in that bitch (ooh)
I just might, boy I just might do it