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letra de port card - oj da juiceman

[verse 1: oj da juiceman]
the juice got racks, and i’m known for moving packs
[?] stupid iced up, from me whipping up that crack
i’m a straight a student, can you picture that?
and i pull up to your school, and i’m [?]
[?] moader [?] ’cause i’m working with that sack
i can spend a whole thing, ’cause the trap gon’ make it back
and i’m posted in the club, blowing on that loud pack
with a stupid crazy swag, [?] shoot the mack
young juiceman [?] jumping like the trap
man, juice and hitman, dawg, put us on the map
check my port card, baby, it’s a stupid cap
83 cuttless, same color as the pack
man, i’m boomin off the chain, dawg, and i got them stacks
they say i move that sack, and i’m always blowing thrax
thеy say i move that sack, and i’m always blowing thrax
you can catch me in your hood, posted up with thеm racks
[chorus: oj da juiceman]
they said we got them racks, they say we move that sack
we always blowing thrax, in the club with [?]
check my port card, girl, check my port card
check my port card, baby, check my port card
i’m a straight a student, i got a’s all [?]
[?]

[verse 2: hitman shawty]
i’m a fool, cooking up the white stuff
in home ec, i got an a plus
posted in the hood, with the street n-ggas
throw away my phone, i use egg beaters
i’m a stack-a-hol!ck, i stack dead people
give me 85, you can get a pound of reefer
and it’s that loud, how you like me now?
f-ck selling wholes, i’ma break them down
call me [?] tryna get a sack
if it don’t lock up, you can’t bring it back
old school car, automatic start
i’m official, baby, check my port card

[chorus: oj da juiceman]
they said we got them racks, they say we move that sack
we always blowing thrax, in the club with [?]
check my port card, girl, check my port card
check my port card, baby, check my port card
i’m a straight a student, i got a’s all [?]
[?]
[verse 3: oj da juiceman]
my port card read juice got an a
i make the trap ai, [?] like ok
right hand nasty, left hand g-y
woke up this morning, with a 50 grand play
6 cellphones, got me working like [?]
or moving like [?] tryna make this play
with vvs diamonds, got me living straight
young juiceman, hundred karots in your face

[verse 4: hitman shawty]
hitman shawty, and the juiceman
sipping on some syrup, do you want some juice, man?
[?] sh-t, n-gga, that’s a coupe, man
[?] n-ggas [?] cost a grand
work came in, and it’s all white tan
stupid dumb wrist, and it’s all about the grams
[?] ent, yeah, we move like the mob
man, i’m official, shawty, here’s my port card

- oj da juiceman

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