Roscoe Dash

Roscoe Dash - Juice songtekst

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[Chorus:]
Your dogs [?] bitch!
Let go!
Juice I got that juice, it's a bitter [?]
[?] she gotta make [?]
I think loose the mind,
Juice, yeah I got the juice!
Yeah I got the juice, yeah I got the juice!

I got the fresh then I'm on, they got eyes like locked
I'm here, what the hell you call it?
I'm the plug, moby drug anything they call me [?]
Where is [?] and prepare, farewell!
No trails, games are [?]
Used to make our [?]
Act tight like a [?] got the game on the [?]
In my pockets [?] she just shug in your little [?]
Don't hate me, man blame it on his mother fucking juice!

[Chorus:]
Juice I got that juice, it's a bitter [?]
[?] she gotta make [?]
I think loose the mind,
Juice, yeah I got the juice!
Yeah I got the juice, yeah I got the juice!

OK, I'm flexed up and I'm on it,
I got a [?] she want it,
This juice shit ain't new to me,
And I dress down in a [?]
Mess around in a Louis V,
[?] I wanna know me!
Yeah, I'm on my feet now!
Uh, I'm out of reach now,
[?] vacation, beach house,
Late night, these freaks out,
[?] nigger, that's a great feeling,
Ha, yeah, what you call that, uh?

[Chorus: x2]
Juice I got that juice, it's a bitter [?]
[?] she gotta make [?]
I think loose the mind,
Juice, yeah I got the juice!
Yeah I got the juice, yeah I got the juice!

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Taal: Engels

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