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letra de everybody gone shoot - juicy j

[intro]
sh-t wild, dawg
blowin’ good, blowin’ good

[chorus]
we blowin’ good and we sippin’ on the goose
if your f-ckin’ women broad, then you f-ckin’ with the truth
anything on the rise, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
everybody got a strap ’cause everybody gon’ shoot
we blowin’ good and we sippin’ on the goose
if your f-ckin’ women broad, then you f-ckin’ with the truth
anything on the rise, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
everybody got a strap ’cause everybody gon’ shoot (scream)

[verse 1]
shoot up your block, n-gga, get your own block, n-gga
always sell yay, so i flip my own guap, n-gga
f-ck are you f-ck boys?
these chains cut boys
will i let my goons loose you or you’ll get touched, boy?
call me the juicy man, i ain’t scared to shoot, man
realest n-gga in the game, call me truth, man
i’m not a star, b-tch, but i’m like a star, b-tch
ol’ school chevy, ride with thirties, that’s the car, b-tch
come into it, chicks wanna get with me
in the strip club tryna get some p-ssy (p-ssy)
in my shows, f-ckin’ hoes, workin’ in the kitchen
call it what you want, man, that’s how lit it is
[chorus]
we blowin’ good and we sippin’ on the goose
if your f-ckin’ women broad, then you f-ckin’ with the truth
anything on the rise, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
everybody got a strap ’cause everybody gon’ shoot
we blowin’ good and we sippin’ on the goose
if your f-ckin’ women broad, then you f-ckin’ with the truth
anything on the rise, twenty-fours and twenty-twos
everybody got a strap ’cause everybody gon’ shoot (b-tch)

[verse 2]
i took my ho to [?] drinkin’ on some [?]
with beans, makin’ soda in the studio
n-ggas trippin’ ’cause we took to hollywood
i ain’t tryna be no actor, i’m tryna get a plug
’cause a og kusher, n-gga smoker
had to re-up in the ties of a cheeseburger (cheeseburger)
all in cali’, you can get the ps for the low (ps for the low)
and you ain’t gotta ask the question, “is this sh-t some dro?” (is this sh-t some dro?)
and if you wanna freak, get high, got them big bags (big bags)
what you see? i see kind of them xanax (xanax)
movin’ pills, mixin’ with liquor, make you panic (panic)
i work so hard for this wock’, so i got that (i got that)

- juicy j

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