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letra de labels. / juicy (mixed) - kiana ledé & the notorious b.i.g.

[verse 1: kiana ledé]
i ain’t wastin’ no more time with these labels
i done gave your ass my heart and you played with it
i hear it look different when you down on both knees
gotta get a grip ’cause i ain’t your main squeeze

[pre-chorus: kiana ledé]
all this money that you talkin’, i already spent that
every dollar that i gave you, i need every cent back
oh, no, no, no
oh, no, no

[chorus: kiana ledé, moneybagg yo]
i’m the one that kept it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you (juicy)
now who the f-ck gon’ keep it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you?
i’m the one that kept it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy)
now who the f-ck gon’ keep it, juicy for you, juicy for you? oh, yeah (juicy, juicy), for you

[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
you keep it super juicy, pink starburst (candy)
yeah, i’m your n-gga, babe, but i’m a star first (first of all)
it gotta get better ’cause it done been worsе (for real)
we step out frеsh to death (drip), double he-rs- (double he-rs-, ooh, k!ll ’em)
send a text, “my place or your place?” (where we going?)
s-xy lace, ooh, can i get a taste? (right now, right now)
slow grind while i’m gripping on your waist
come here, shorty, sign this waiver for this pain you ’bout to take
[pre-chorus: kiana ledé]
all this money that you talkin’, i already spent that
every dollar that i gave you, i need every cent back
oh, no, no, no
oh, no, no

[chorus: kiana ledé, bia]
i’m the one that kept it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you (juicy)
now who the f-ck gon’ keep it, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you?
i’m the one that kept it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, yeah
now who the f-ck gon’ keep it, juicy for you, juicy for you? oh, yeah (uh), for you

[verse 3: the notorious b.i.g.]
it was all a dream, i used to read word up! magazine
salt-n-pepa and heavy d up in the limousine
hangin’ pictures on my wall
every sat-rday, rap attack, mr. magic, marley marl
i let my tape rock ’til my tape popped
smokin’ weed in bambú, sippin’ on private stock
way back when i had the red and black lumberjack
with the hat to match
remember rappin’ duke? duh-ha, duh-ha
you never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
now i’m in the limelight ’cause i rhyme tight
time to get paid, blow up like the world trade
born sinner, the opposite of a winner
remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner
peace to ron g, brucie b, kid capri
funkmaster flex, lovebug starski
i’m blowin’ up like you thought i would
call the crib, same number, same hood, it’s all good
uh, and if you don’t know, now you know, n-gga

- kiana lede the notorious b i g

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