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JIGGA JUICE - Preposterous Lyrics



JIGGA JUICE - Preposterous Lyrics




They got me talking wavy
Only time I talk to the bitch is if she pay me
Ric Flair you know the wrist going super crazy
Envelopes on that bed that's a soft 80

Yeah ain't got mind
My bitch rap I mean the Ps up and then you know she flying
Cmon D bring me back
He did a shopping spree at lids the way he doing all that cap
It's two 9s up in the booth I might just call it warren sapp
Niggas make a crime scene f*ck around and double back
Jokes Up when I smoke I throw opps up in the pack
Niggas rolling mud saying welcome home to a rat

Cmon that shit preposterous
I can tell on this one I'm finna talk a lot if shit
His baby mama cool she suck it good wit a lot of spit
Open bank accounts it ain't shit she got a problem wit

Yeah I might just hit the 48
Surf n Turf gotta keep a steak n shrimp on my plate
Doing flights to the D on Southfield I had the weight
You ain't never had a play yo big homies told you wait (slow down)

Yeah Cmon they capped out
Pick a job app up you know they put them raps down
Lil nigga steady trippin told him put the strap down
Ion mean the moon walk he finna walk him back down

Ion mean the moon walk he finna walk him back down ( he finna walk him )
Like Billie Jean

They got me talking wavy
Only time I talk to the bitch is if she pay me
Ric Flair you know the wrist going super crazy
Envelopes on that bed that's a soft 80

Cmon that shit preposterous
I can tell on this one I'm finna talk a lot if shit
His baby mama cool she suck it good wit a lot of spit
Open bank accounts it ain't shit she got a problem wit
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They got me talking wavy
Only time I talk to the bitch is if she pay me
Ric Flair you know the wrist going super crazy
Envelopes on that bed that's a soft 80

Yeah ain't got mind
My bitch rap I mean the Ps up and then you know she flying
Cmon D bring me back
He did a shopping spree at lids the way he doing all that cap
It's two 9s up in the booth I might just call it warren sapp
Niggas make a crime scene f*ck around and double back
Jokes Up when I smoke I throw opps up in the pack
Niggas rolling mud saying welcome home to a rat

Cmon that shit preposterous
I can tell on this one I'm finna talk a lot if shit
His baby mama cool she suck it good wit a lot of spit
Open bank accounts it ain't shit she got a problem wit

Yeah I might just hit the 48
Surf n Turf gotta keep a steak n shrimp on my plate
Doing flights to the D on Southfield I had the weight
You ain't never had a play yo big homies told you wait (slow down)

Yeah Cmon they capped out
Pick a job app up you know they put them raps down
Lil nigga steady trippin told him put the strap down
Ion mean the moon walk he finna walk him back down

Ion mean the moon walk he finna walk him back down ( he finna walk him )
Like Billie Jean

They got me talking wavy
Only time I talk to the bitch is if she pay me
Ric Flair you know the wrist going super crazy
Envelopes on that bed that's a soft 80

Cmon that shit preposterous
I can tell on this one I'm finna talk a lot if shit
His baby mama cool she suck it good wit a lot of spit
Open bank accounts it ain't shit she got a problem wit
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