Talkin' Bout - Juicy J feat Chris Brown and Wiz Khalifa
[Intro: Juicy J]
Swagger under
Trippy n_ggas... let's get ratchet
[Hook x2: Wiz Khalifa (Juicy J)]
I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out, they talkin sh_t but they hidin out
Real n_ggas know what I'm talkin bout...
(I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out, they talkin sh_t but they hidin out)
(Real n_ggas know what I'm talkin bout...)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
(Trippy, trippy, trippy, turn up)
Rack after rack, I got the sack, geeked up of beans, pack after pack (yeah ho)
Stay with the nina' 2 cups and a zip, Juicy don't fight I just empty them clips (yeah ho)
Blowing like cash, high off the gas, pay 20 stacks and they run up and blast (yeah ho)
Next time you're see him this face on the shirt, next time car he ride in, stretch limo hearse
See why you n_ggas mad n_gga, that to me you so cash n_gga
Stuffed in a Louie bag n_gga, Juicy J be that n_gga
Big bag of that stank killer, codeine in my drink killer
Mostly n_ggas be lyin sayin they is but ain't killers
N_gga wanna play with me, I'm a break him off
Give my youngins, they'll do it, I'm a bring em out (get em)
They gon' get on your ass then they flyin takin off (get em)
N_gga we gon take a life before we take a loss [gunshot]
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
My diamonds sing like Ray J homie, every day's a payday
Rollin up that KK, now it's going down like mayday
All my n_ggas be chilling, stacking money to the ceiling
Used to smoking out the parking lot, now we owning a building oh
Used to tell n_ggas I was gonna here but they ain't really understand
Now they see me in that brand new Rari and start to think I'm the man
Now my jeans cost a grand, now my shows fill the stands
Now they see that I'm ballin cause of how they bring in them bands, ooh
Now when n_ggas be tourin, now my money be foreign
All my n_ggas be scorin, section very important
I'm cakin up, you fakin up, I'm rollin weed when I'm wakin up
Instead of talkin sh_t and try to hate on us just grab a joint and come bake with us
(F_ck n_gga, hahahaha, uhh)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
(Look, okay, okay)
Front page, I'm on the news: n_gga call me a dropout
Real n_gga, 100, never needing no copout (nah)
Diamonds on my chain just pop off, you already know what I'm bout
Got bad b_tches from overseas but I need a big ass from the south
Look at us, we made it, bottles up in the air now
25 racks a night, give a f_ck bout sweating your hair out
Getting trippy man with some frisky things; I am the sh_t and you n_ggas anus
'Cause if I mention ya'll I'm a make you famous you still ain't nothing, I'm stainless
We famous, anything you want right now, baby girl just name it
And I'm a get real deep in the p_ssy; the number one n_gga, ain't no need for replacement
Getting in my spaceship, I'm high as a b_tch, fly as a b_tch
Okay Juicy and Wiz, every day we do this sh_t
[Hook]
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