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!