Juelz Santana

Juelz Santana - Favorite Things lyrics

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Hoops, cars, big trucks

We ride rims that keep spinnin(uh huh)

We stay so fly bandanas and cush linen

Chain swang, pinky ring, diamond things we ain't playin

These are a few of are favorite things (yea)





Now I get flyer then most do

Higher den most do

G4's or better how I fly through the coastal

I'm live with the toast dude I'm liable to approach u

Like hi then bye and I will just roast u

My dudes all the same here, we shoot off and bang here

Red dot ya nose like you was rudolph the reindeer

I'm fast when I race cars, I smash and I scrape cars

Love candy paint, but still keep my factory paint job (yup yup yup)

I'm a mack and I play hard -

Choose a bitch scoop a bitch then back to the playard

Like hey ya hey ma open ya mouth wide put your head down thea

Respect me I'm a pimp round hea

Our doors go up on our whips round hea (cause)

These are a few of are favorite things (yea)









Carter me I'm stuntin, the carter yea I'm yungin

Automors runnin off body temperatures look at cha

Lookin all shook up, I'm a fly nigga rock my chain when I cook up

Evisu gettin took up, kavales in da cleaners

Paralles on the beama, I swear that bitch hotta then the bullets in anena

You talkin to a fever, nigga get cha heat up

And I'm a dirty south boy, nigga get cha teet up

I hit like roy not jones but williams

Findin me a kelly make some destiny children

The recipe is crystyle and sizzurp

Call that crizzurp, get that from killer

Cam that's my man, and juelz that's my nigger

Dip-dipset young money where the dessert

Naw where the desert

It's right up in that may bitch under that corithian leather

(holla back nicca)









We ridin big yo(yea), we drivin big yo (yea)

Stash box in the car we hidin big blow

Ask joc (yea yea) even the kids know (yea yea yea yea)

That I'm the shit cho (yea)

I ride more chrome, I rock more stones

I got 4 chones, and I ain't talkin cookies nigga

I'm talkin cash that last (till when?)

Till the day that you past

I'm talkin true facts, I'm talkin true stacks

Coops black, coops that come with the roof back

Chasin big doe (yea) makin big doe (yea)

That what we live fo, get a grip hoe

That how we stroll down here, that's how we roll down here

Spectacular chrome down here, that's how it go down here














                   
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