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letra de juicin up - tafia

[intro]
(gabre bambino)

[verse 1: tafia]
ayy, jumped on a flight from michigan, she in love with the d
had a boyfriend cop exotic for thirty a piece
i’m in another league, skrrt off in a ‘cat, f-ck a bumblebee (skrrt)
big dog, the richest out my family tree (uh)
if you ain’t coppin’, what you watchin’? ain’t nothin’ to see (see)
two hundred thousand dollar diamond, she f-ckin’ for free (me)
n-ggas turnin’ into rats, ain’t playin’ with no cheese (uh)
n-ggas cappin’ in they raps, could never be me
f-ck n-gga tryna steal sauce, spaghetti, he weak (uh-huh)
b-tch, i’m heavy day and night, i been liftin’ up p’s (phew)
got h-lla muscle in my city, i keep juicin’ up (uh)
they hit his melon, left it splattered, made a fruity cup (boom, boom)
you ain’t n0body in your city, doin’ all that huffin’ (phew)
now you wrapped up in a blunt, doin’ all that puffin’ (phew)
wipe ’em off like miyagi if a n-gga touch me
they say the streets don’t love n0body, but the pay was lovely (let’s go)
i don’t cherish none of this sh-t like i came from money (money)
had a bunch of dior kids, gave them away for nothin’ (nothin’)
it’s like a turbo in this gun when i pulled this b-tton (uh)
he was tryna be somethin’, but he died for nothin’ (uh-huh)
trackhawk on the block havin’ testosterone (let’s go)
i go broke today, they’ll still say my money long (p-ssy)
[bridge]
(gabre bambino)
(the lunch crew company, i’m part of that, haha)
(haha, the lunch crew company)

[verse 2: bfb da packman]
these brakes ain’t cheap, you gotta watch the way you steerin’ it
had a threesome at my b-tch crib, she askin’ me who hair this is
habitual thot, i don’t care if it’s embarrassin’
he burning up the dope, his wrist broke, he need a surrogate
p-ssy rap n-gga bought a verse, but i ain’t clearin’ it
come to meet her makeup done, i need some head, b-tch, i’m smearin’ it
i break backs, bad b-tches and marriages
i’ll wipe a n-gga nose for disrespect, get a mclaren
step up in the party, real n-ggas show me love
hatin’ n-ggas wanna mug, fine hoes give me hugs
it’s beef up in the building, we ain’t trippin’ on the fuzz
i’m havin’ fun, pourin’ d’ussé in b-tch’s mouth, i think i’m ruggs
fat boy in a ‘rari, good look, but it ain’t sp-cious
in miami with no bl!cky, feel at home when i’m with haitians
oumie, yeah, pook lo, i don’t want her she ain’t make it
leavin’ florida with a plug, i came here on vacation

[outro: tafia]
got h-lla muscle in my city, i keep juicin’ up
they hit his melon, left it splattered, made a fruity cup
you ain’t n0body in your city, doin’ all that huffin’
now you wrapped up in a blunt, doin’ all that puffin’
wipe ’em off like miyagi if a n-gga touch me
they say the streets don’t love n0body, but the pay was lovely
i don’t cherish none of this sh-t like i came from money

- tafia

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