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No Heart, No Love (Feat. Project Pat) – Juicy J

Lirik lagu: No Heart, No Love (Feat. Project Pat)

[Intro]
(Mafia, Mafia,) [x2]

[Juicy J]
Once again, you do wrong, wrong will follow. (Always, Always)
That’s real shit, real spit nigga, you know the business.

[Hook]
The trigger ain’t got no heart, the nigga behind it ain’t got no love, (Mafia)
The trigger ain’t got no heart, the nigga behind it ain’t got no love, (Mafia)
The trigger ain’t got no heart, the nigga behind it ain’t got no love, (Mafia)
The trigger ain’t got no heart, the nigga behind it ain’t got no love. (Mafia)

What ya sayin nigga?, What ya sayin nigga?,
What ya sayin nigga, nawh, what ya sayin nigga?,
The trigger ain’t got no heart, the nigga behind it ain’t got no love, (Mafia)
The trigger ain’t got no heart, the nigga behind it ain’t got no love. (Mafia)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yea, I tell you one time, don’t play with my bread, (nope)
Nigga, you do, they gon’ find yo ass dead. (yup)
Body in trunk, hands tied to yo legs, (yup)
Tape on yo mouth, a hole in yo head. (bluu!)

Fronted some dope, now the nigga in debt, (ho!)
How you gon’ pay that? Nigga don’t sweat, (mmhmm)
Goons on deck – you know what’s next, (what)
Send ’em to yo house, now it’s time to collect, (get it)

Now you in a box, nigga – cause and effect, (bitch!)
Hollow points and buckshots, all in yo neck. (bitch!!)
Told ya ’bout playin’ with a nigga like that, (don’t play!)
Now yo fam gon’ visit you, payin’ they respects. (you gone!)

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Tell ya one time, don’t play with my money,
Sold all my dope, now you run around stuntin’, (mmh)
All in the mall, spendin’ money on ya woman, (trick!)
Nigga must think he don’t owe me nothin’, (trick!)

Nigga must think I forgot about mine,
He pressed ‘ignore’ when I called his line, (hell nawh)
I’mma play it cool like everythin’ fine,
Catch him comin’ home, lay him down with the 9.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Yo, bang bang, shoot ’em up, Memphis niggas don’t give a fuck. (never)
Run up on ya in broad day, pull them guns out, shoot ya up.

Loose ya life over light green, (uh huh)
Kill a nigga over soft white (uh huh)
You ain’t from here, don’t come here (nope)
And if you do, better walk light. (light!)

Our here is a nightmare, (mare)
Homicides, not Freddy Krueger (krueger)
Niggas ain’t got shit to lose, (lose)
Shoot it out like a Western movie.

The trigger ain’t got no heart,
The nigga behind it ain’t got no love. (no love!)
These niggas ain’t wearin’ no mask
And these niggas ain’t wearin’ no glove (no glove!)

These niggas don’t, fight no mo’,
Fuck takin’ the high road.
Lil’ homie ’bout 16,
Bust a gun with his eyes closed.

Fuck with all that gangsta talk,
Know you ain’t bout that life!
Pull that heater on yo ass,
Bet you come up off that ice. (ho!)

[Hook]

(North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis…)

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[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Fifty shots clear this bitch out like a tornado,
Two choppas who identical – call ’em Cain and Abel.
Very fatal, dippin’ in stash like a soup ladle,
Rolled up on him, shot him in his head – busted tomato.

You niggas get high on this shit,
Like the ho, ya nuts, (okay, okay, okay)
Shotgun blast to ya stomach, bitch, on ya guts. (for real)

You say you gang affiliated, extra clips tough, (ch ch)
And when the bullets get to poppin’, they don’t give no fucks (fucks)
Money rules everything, and we got the cash,
Pay yo homies one bag, (one!) to blow up yo ass (pow pow)

Kidnap ya from ya residence, no mask no lie
F.B.I. found ya body in Project dumpster, BFI (ooooh, ooooh)

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Ain’t Nothing (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign) – Juicy J

Lirik lagu: Ain’t Nothing (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, uh huh
Nigga I got the black car from the Spike Lee film

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
This that higher level stunting, make it rain a lot of hundreds
Gave that chick 30k to go get rid of her stomach
I’m a triple OG nigga 20 years and running
All my niggas down to ride like crash test dummies
And J don’t stand in line, I ain’t never never had to wait
I’m the realest in this game, I ain’t never had to fake
Forgiatos on the classic like that bitch got on some skates
Having dinner with Obama smelling like a pound of hay
I might blow a pound a day, smoking KK like a hippie
In the 60’s with this chick, tryna give my dick a hickey
Had to get it out the mud, no wonder why I’m filthy rich
And I’m running through this money like it don’t mean nothing to me, I might

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money, and smashing , she just say nothing

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Pull up in the lowrider two hoes behind us
Police say that they can smell it but I make sure they don’t find it
Hit the corner, slide the ash, Young Khalifa bout his cash
Bout to build another whip and I ain’t even got to brag
Three women got that bitch leanin’
Young Khalifa got the women screamin’
Done deal, done deal when I pull up
It’s a done deal, lift the trunk, still rolling up
And I got one in the front, two in the back
Do what I want, a nigga be like
King of my city [?] running through traffic
This ’61 I’m building ’bout to be a classic
I’m repping Taylor Gang – they asking; paper or plastic?

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[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money [?]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
(Yeah , Ey Mike-Will, I got [??] , check this out)
Getting paid like ghost do
In the street, in the club too
Designer everything, Ric Flair
I can buy the rap game, brick fair
Buy the bar, smoke that caviar, I’m in the finest car
Push to start, I glow in the dark, I run up the charts
Redbone, vanilla, freaky broad, she gon’ keep me hard
Black car, better play it smart, nigga we in charge
Get paid, young nigga get paid
And I run the game like a fucking arcade
If we talking money then I got a raise
Drink so strong, they think i got it laced

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money [?]

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Bounce It (Feat. Wale, Trey Songz) – Juicy J

Lirik lagu: Bounce It (Feat. Wale, Trey Songz)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah… yeah, we gon’ stay trippy for life, mane
Yeah… I’m ’bout to take yo’ girl (bounce it)
Check it…

[Chorus: Trey Songz (Juicy J)]
Bounce it (bounce it), bounce it (bounce it)
I’m about to throw a couple thousand (bounce it)
Bounce it (bounce it), bounce it (bounce it)
I’m about to throw a couple thousand
(Ones, fives, tens, twenties)
(Work your way up to them big face hundreds – just bounce it)
Bounce it (bounce it), bounce it (bounce it)
I’m about to throw a couple thousand

[Juicy J]
Yessir…
I love the way she slow dance, she make me throw more bands
Grabbin’ ass with both hands, she in love with the dope man
She wanna be my main chick, I was thinking different (different)
Clap that ass, light our blunt, baby, let’s get ig’nant (ig’nant)
She’s strips with the Gs, breaks cash like Li, she got double Ds, and ain’t shit free
Came with my goons but I’m leaving with a diva with an ass like Serena and a face like Aaliyah
Redbone in some red bottoms, she ain’t finished college, she a head doctor
Bouncing ass while I’ getting high as propellers on a helicopter
Let’s do it again, me, you and your friend
We don’t even need a room, give me head up in my Benz
Where my double cup, time to pour it up
Got a bitch so bad you can’t afford to fuck
Bounce it

[Chorus]

[Wale]
Wale though, le’go…
Hands is on her you know what, ’cause bandz a make her you know what
And I can make a girl break fast, my pants be on that too much lust
And I’m ’bout whatever baby, take a photo, I’m looking good
And these breezies are so beneath you, understand you’re misunderstood
Premium leather goods, we pay whatever for it
All of these pussy niggas, only under influenced
Throw a block up then I back out, like that, roll a pack out, took a light hit, might nap
Got a thick bitch with a trip stick I’ma smack, and a bucket but we nothing but pack
Bald-headed scallywag, real niggas salute me
Catch me at that Memphis game, seats saved by Rudy
Or Mark Gasol, or Selby do, that’s plenty dough
That’s Juicy J, Folarin, got it then get me those
Ralph!

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[Chorus]

[Juicy J]
Turn up…
Juicy be trippy and paid up like Diddy, toss up that cash and she show me her kitty
Got some white girl and a white girl, doin’ a tiny line off of her titty
Ain’t tryna fuck, I just found a replacement, feelin’ so global, I think I need agent
Ratchet on deck and they know I’m gon’ stunt, I’m tryna get head while smoking a blunt
Take her to my hotel, beat the pussy up, I don’t know her name, but I wanna fuck
Along came Molly, then came Doobie, then codeine in a styrofoam cup
See me in the club, bands pop, they poppin’, do it real good, might take you shoppin’
All these racks can’t fit in my pocket, keep that stack, hundred K in the stocking
Then it’s back to my room, she come out her dress
Slob on my knob, think you know the rest
I don’t buy these broads Nike, but I keep these girls in check
Working for that money, bitch, you gon’ have to break a sweat
Bounce it

[Chorus]

[Trey Songz]
…I’m about to throw a couple thousand
…I’m about to throw a couple thousand

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Bossed Up (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & TM88) – Juicy J

Lirik lagu: Bossed Up (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & TM88)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Time waits for no man
You gotta boss up man
It’s time to stop playing around, being lazy nigga
Get up and get to the money nigga
Grind nigga
Believe in your motherfucking self nigga
Motivation bruh

[Hook: Juicy J]
Started off with nothing, now I’m bossed up
Started in the gutter now I’m bossed up
Got it out the mud now I’m flossed up
Yeah, all my niggas good, yeah they sauced up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
I’m bossed up, you don’t wanna cross us
Bossed up, all my niggas sauced up
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
If you rich then you a gangsta nigga
All the tough shit, that ain’t gangsta nigga
Fuck around and find you in a bodybag
I’m just tryna fill out all these moneybags
See me, I’m what a drug dealer dream about
Fucking bad bitches, backing beamers out
If niggas want some smoke we pull them steamers out
I be so damn fresh, I cashed the cleaners out
See niggas taking shots but I’m so bulletproof
I just laugh at ’em, couple Bentley coupe
I swear I be so high I gotta loose the roof
See niggas gotta lie, they know I’m the truth
See where I’m from nobody gives a fuck about you
I know rappers, I know trappers, I know real clappers
If you ain’t getting money nigga then you hustle backwards
Choppers on the backseat if you want some action

[Hook: Juicy J]
Started off with nothing, now I’m bossed up
Started in the gutter now I’m bossed up
Got it out the mud now I’m flossed up
Yeah, all my niggas good, yeah they sauced up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
I’m bossed up, you don’t wanna cross us
Bossed up, all my niggas sauced up

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[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Bosses, I’m with bosses I don’t care bout what the costs is
We ain’t tryna take no losses, we don’t deal with fake shit often
I ain’t after go to college, taught my self and now I’m balling
Like the summer I went out to New Orleans and came back bossing
And if a nigga play me we gone toss ’em
I don’t touch ’em, I just got to make call
They waiting for me to fall but that ain’t bout to happen
They playing tough but they ain’t saying much about the captain
My niggas bout that action
You [???] your bitch heard about the thing I’m packing
I don’t care about no fashion, I’m a writer not a rapper
No day moving past us, niggas moving backwards
I ain’t worried bout the pussy I’m just wondering where the cash is
I just do it different, I just made my cake the fastest
If a nigga tripping get a thing and then we blast it
I just rolled some weed and fucked your bitch, thats why I’m laughing
It’s young Wiz, Taylor Gang

[Hook: Juicy J]
Started off with nothing, now I’m bossed up
Started in the gutter now I’m bossed up
Got it out the mud now I’m flossed up
Yeah, all my niggas good, yeah they sauced up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
I’m bossed up, you don’t wanna cross us
Bossed up, all my niggas sauced up

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I might be that nigga that might run your label
I might be that nigga put food on your table
I might bee that nigga that you see on cable
But I’m bossed up so my young nigga might pay you
The devil working on me so I’m prayed up
Them niggas went to bed so I stayed up
How many times I gotta tell you I’m a player
King of my city, I might run for mayor
Mafia yeah that’s that new mafia
Niggas see you shining so they copy ya
Now they all sitting round plotting on stopping ya
But that’s when all them bodies popping up
I got a dope bitch, she be on some dope shit
Your bitch on some hoe shit, she just want the dope dick
Coke in her veins now she wanna fuck the whole clique
She gone bust it open, she say she can take the whole dick

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[Hook: Juicy J]
Started off with nothing, now I’m bossed up
Started in the gutter now I’m bossed up
Got it out the mud now I’m flossed up
Yeah, all my niggas good, yeah they sauced up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
Bossed up, nigga, I done bossed up
I’m bossed up, you don’t wanna cross us (cross us)
Bossed up, all my niggas sauced up

[Outro: Juicy J]
All my niggas sauced up (4x)

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