​elijugg/rip lyrics

[Part I: elijugg]

[Intro]
(Bonx)
I'm Eli Juggz
I'm Eli Juggz
I'm Eli Juggz

[Verse 1]
I'm in the trap chilling with the troops
You in the back f*ckin' on it, yeah
I'm in the trap smokin' on the boof
You in the back, I just flew back
That ho said she know me, nah I'm [?]
Ho said she know me, I can't [?]
Said she know me, f*ck your own private jet

[Bridge]
b*tch, we up
Tell 'em baby [?] 'cause I'm Eli Juggz
Smoking Backwoods to the face 'cause I love that stuff
All these bands, b*tch, I blew up
b*tch, I put it on God, [?] in these bands I trust

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm Eli Juggz
b*tch, I'm Eli Juggz
b*tch, I'm Eli Juggz
b*tch, I'm Eli Juggz
All these bands right now
All these bands right now
All these bands right now
All these bands right now
[Verse 2]
b*tch, the cash flow, yeah, I swear it's coming in
I heard boys, I'm buttering
It's a Maybach, not no Cullinan
It's a Maybach, not no Cullinan
It's a Maybach, not no Cullinan
It's a Maybach, not no Cullinan
b*tch, it's a Maybach, not no Cullinan
Wait for the Maybach, like [?]
All these bands
[?] my opps like a tracksuit, we ain't running
I got these bags on, I ain't bugging
[?]
[?], feel like I'm the man

I can split these 10 bands, I won't do it again
I'd rather f*ck with fake fans than a fake friend
The way this money coming in, it might just never end
I can take you to [?], know who I am

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm Eli Juggz
b*tch, I'm Eli Juggz
b*tch, I'm Eli Juggz
b*tch, I'm Eli Juggz
All these bands right now
All these bands right now
All these bands right now
All these bands right now
[Part II: rip]

[Intro]
(Bonx) (Wow)
(Yay)

[Chorus]
This choppa make a n*gga twerk
I got racks, no, I'm not a twerp
You got bands n*gga, but it ain't worth it
I feel like Siyah baby, f*ck the earth (Yay)
I got my own b*tch and she perfect
We put some f*ck n*ggas in a hearse
I want the bad but the [?] first
I want a [?] baby, not a [?]
You better get your sh*t straight before you get played like 2K, n*gga
I love making money, I love money two ways

[Verse]
You not getting money, you [?] two days
I like driving fast cars on the freeway
Pull up with it, park it, [?] receive it babe, give me head
Show me them damn racks, I gotta see [?] inside my bag
Too many damn b*tches, I don't even know which ones is fans
So many damn n*ggas, I don't even know which ones my friends
Master baby, Taliban
She open legs like, oh damn
I'm Master Chef like pots and pans
[Bridge]
Stop talking down, you ain't even really 'bout nothing (Wow)
Finna move the whole Top Floor to a muh' f*cking mountain

[Chorus:]
This choppa make a n*gga twerk
I got racks, no, I'm not a twerp
You got bands n*gga, but it ain't worth it
I feel like Siyah baby, f*ck the earth (Yay)
I got my own b*tch and she perfect
We put some f*ck n*ggas in a hearse
I want the bad but the [?] first
I want a [?] baby, not a [?]
You better get your sh*t straight before you get played like 2K, n*gga
I love making money, I love money two ways

[Outro]
I love money three ways, I know money, four and five
b*tch treat me like [?], she know [?] baby, don't lie
b*tch, I'm fresh just like OJ squeeze
[?], 'cause you know it's me
Um, I like taking pics
Oh my gosh-osh-osh-osh-osh
(Goddamn)