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letra de could never (remix) - jucee froot

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[intro: jucee froot]
dmac, pop your sh-t, dmac, pop your sh-t, yeah
jucee
lil’ one hundred, b-tch
bando sh-t
f-ck

[pre-chorus: jucee froot]
walk in the club, where them bands at? (bands at)
wasn’t even stunting your n-gga (wasn’t even stunting your n-gga)
but b-tch since you talking, tell me where your man at (yo, where your man at?)
pressure, zaza
they know i’m popping, them hoes can’t stand that
he got me dripping, that p-ssy hit different
i ride it, i bet he gon’ lamb that (skrr, skrr)

[chorus: jucee froot]
these p-ssy hoes can’t never (never)
irritate me and get me out my bag (me out my bag)
these p-ssy hoes can’t never (never)
f-ck on my n-gga, that p-ssy on sn-tch
these p-ssy hoes could never (never)
go cop a masi pay for it in cash
these p-ssy hoes could never (never)
get up with a b-tch ’cause i stay on they ass
[verse 1: jucee froot]
i am that b-tch, so it ain’t no comparing
all this ass on me, these hoes get embarrassed
that p sh-t is in me, like that sh-t generic
i call him daddy but he ain’t my parent
he put me in carats that didn’t come from jareds
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas like my name is karen
that sh-t for the birds, let them talk like a parrot
the p-ssy so good when he in it he swearing
why would i care how a p-ssy hoe move? (p-ssy hoe move)
hating on the next b-tch, that’s what p-ssy hoes do (p-ssy hoes do)
don’t speak on me, b-tch, we ain’t never been cool
why i stay up in they mouth?
’cause none better than the juice (ooh)
still that b-tch, ain’t none gone change (never gon’ change)
hoess saying that it’s up, they ain’t never on a plane
b-tch or a n-gga, i’m the hardest in the game
iced out at my shows, i ain’t tucking my chain

[refrain: jucee froot]
who else can do it like me?
started from sh-t, now my music on shows on tv (shows on tv)
who else put on for the city? (the city)
i moved from memphis, but b-tch, i still bleed ten-a-key (bleed ten-a-key)
what b-tch is f-cking with me?
moment of silence
i’ll wait
this sh-t is nothing to me (nothing to me)
i sh-t with my diamonds (sh-t with my diamonds)
x-ray (yee)
[pre-chorus: jucee froot]
walk in the club, where them bands at? (bands at)
wasn’t even stunting your n-gga (wasn’t even stunting your n-gga)
but b-tch since you talking, tell me where your man at (yo, where your man at?)
pressure, zaza
they know i’m popping, them hoes can’t stand that
he got me dripping, that p-ssy hit different
i ride it, i bet he gon’ lamb that (skrr, skrr)

[chorus: jucee froot]
these p-ssy hoes can’t never (never)
irritate me and get me out my bag (me out my bag)
these p-ssy hoes can’t never (never)
f-ck on my n-gga, that p-ssy on sn-tch
these p-ssy hoes could never (never)
go cop a masi pay for it in cash
these p-ssy hoes could never (never)
get up with a b-tch ’cause i stay on they ass (yeah, go)

[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
question (what? speak for ’em)
who from the city done did it like me? (huh?)
i’m just tryna see, i don’t see nothin’ but me (bagg)
diamonds vv’s, still’ll say you’ll peak (right now)
come from the streets, where they playin’ for keeps
black maybach, same color my glock, my glee (twin)
me and your b-tch been sl!ck, lowkey (ooh)
now she a part of my fleet/fl!ck (ooh)
blue lamborghini, cocaine, forgis, no cap in my story
could never let no b-tch look above me
strap on me while i’m recordin’
the drac’ hit ’em, made his ass hula hoop (hoop)
cancel him, he a snitch, he told the truth (ha)
sh-t on n-ggas, tell ’em, “get the p–per scoop”
they could never come through like i’m comin’ through (no)
gap between her legs, p-ssy jucee froot/juicy fruit (wet)
bagg on their ass, tell me somethin’ new (threat)
i just be talkin’ that real, that raw sh-t, the streets is who i cater to, straight up
i can never have no filter, benjamins, hunnid shots inside this vehicule (whole hunnid)
f-ck what they talking ’bout, i’m memphis for real (how?)
i’ve been callin’, runnin’ m’s up (i can never get enough, oh, nah)
[pre-chorus: jucee froot]
walk in the club, where them bands at? (bands at)
wasn’t even stunting your n-gga (wasn’t even stunting your n-gga)
but b-tch since you talking, tell me where your man at (yo, where your man at?)
pressure, zaza
they know i’m popping, them hoes can’t stand that
he got me dripping, that p-ssy hit different
i ride it, i bet he gon’ lamb that (skrr, skrr)

[chorus: jucee froot]
these p-ssy hoes can’t never (never)
irritate me and get me out my bag (me out my bag)
these p-ssy hoes can’t never (never)
f-ck on my n-gga, that p-ssy on sn-tch
these p-ssy hoes could never (never)
go cop a masi pay for it in cash
these p-ssy hoes could never (never)
get up with a b-tch ’cause i stay on they ass

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