Juice II lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


Juice 2
2013
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Juice 2
Outta space
Your motherf*ckin' movie
Soulja got juice
Welcome to the motherf*cking' movie
Soulja got juice
Go everywhere yea
And a lot of motherf*ckin' stacks on deck boys
Soulja got the juice
Stacks on deck gang
True story
Real n*gga in this motherf*ckin' thing
Soulja got the juice

Pullin' up, cannon car
Soulja got the juice
Big choppa knock 'em down
Soulja got the juice
Big brightler, hundred round
Soulja got the juice
Soulja got the juice
pus*y, Soulja got the juice
Pullin' up, foreign car
Soulja got the juice
Big choppa shoot 'em down
Soulja got the juice
Choppa whole, a hundred round
Soulja got the juice
Soulja got the juice
Soul Soulja got the juice

Eleven years, all with some nickelbacks
Walkin' through zone 3 with some dime bags
Goddamn a young n*gga was stupid bad
All in the classroom, stupid bad
Walkin' through the hood, I was stupid mad
Tryna get new J's at the superhustle
Pullin' up on pikes with my lil brotha
We do this sh*t for real, west side struggle
Juice II and my interview with big diamond
Flashing out on n*ggas like the big timers
Ching ching
On my private jet like ching ching
Hop about that b*tch, 9 n*gga flashin'
22, 23 million on my necklace
Lil Dre, for real, young and reckless
Pullin' up, foreign Porsche, hopping out
Soulja got the juice
Pullin' up, cannon car
Soulja got the juice
Big choppa knock 'em down
Soulja got the juice
Big brightler, hundred round
Soulja got the juice
Soulja got the juice
pus*y, Soulja got the juice

Pullin' up, foreign car
Soulja got the juice
Big choppa shoot 'em down
Soulja got the juice
Choppa whole, a hundred round
Soulja got the juice
Soulja got the juice
Soul Soulja got the juice

Soulja got the motherf*ckin' juice n*gga
Juice 2, I poll a deuce n*gga
Pullin' up, beefin' f*ck a truce n*gga
Y'all already know what it do n*gga
A young n*gga straight up out the west side
They made it to the beats, I don't stunt it now
My hood here, my ball like what's happening?
I ride through my city, and packing
Never lack and we ready for action
Juice 2 splash and it's swaggin'
I'm on a red carpet with 'bout 50 racks
Hop up out the VIP like give me that
And my n*ggas gotta get that cake
So I'm pullin' up and getting cake
And we hustlin' hard for everything
I'm talkin' gold watches, I'm talkin' gold chains
Flexin' on these peons
What they know about 3 me and let one we huh?
Young Dre, Soulja got the juice though
Real talk, 10 full
Heavinly packin', heavinly stackin', heavinly getting this money
n*ggas flexin' but I really wanna run up on these with that stuntin'
Young Soulja be flexin', go long dead man it ain't nothing
Talkin' drope wiks, talkin' lotta tricks
Know we always getting this money

Pullin' up, cannon car
Soulja got the juice
Big choppa knock 'em down
Soulja got the juice
Big brightler, hundred round
Soulja got the juice
Soulja got the juice
pus*y, Soulja got the juice

Pullin' up, foreign car
Soulja got the juice
Big choppa shoot 'em down
Soulja got the juice
Choppa whole, a hundred round
Soulja got the juice
Soulja got the juice
Soul Soulja got the juice
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