F.U.C.K. lyrics

by

OJ da Juiceman


[Chorus: OJ da Juiceman]
18 thou for a chicken
Pacman sent on a plane from Denver
Remix then I'm going to the press machine
Broke n*ggas out here panhandle me
While I'm sipping codeine and promethyzine
One eye out for the police
DEA they slime to me
F.U.C.K police
f*ck 12 f*ck 12 one more time
f*ck 12 f*ck 12 yeah yeah

[Verse 1: OJ da Juiceman]
I was sitting in the store just chilling
12 pulled in straight tripping
45 on my waist [?]
Young n*gga trying to dodge that prison
First thing on my mind, first thing I thought
Young n*gga should've stuck to the the ink pen
[?] trying to put me back in the pig pen
Mad at the Juice cause a n*gga made a million of the pad and the ink pen
Pull a n*gga over, search a n*gga down
Thought that n*gga had that straight glass again
Little did he know, just served a bar
I just dropped off to my cousin and them
[?] add the remix now I'm iced up like a canned good
Pack touched down, inventory good
Now a n*gga trying to look like Sam's Club
Pacman wrist, play y'all game and n*gga knock this out the ballpark
[Chorus: OJ da Juiceman]
18 thou for a chicken
Pacman sent on a plane from Denver
Remix then I'm going to the press machine
Broke n*ggas out here panhandle me
While I'm sipping codeine and promethyzine
One eye out for the police
DEA they slime to me
F.U.C.K police
f*ck 12 f*ck 12 one more time
f*ck 12 f*ck 12 yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Tony Bandz]
Pulled up on me all minding my god damn business
Thought he hit the jack pot but that pus*y ain't gonna get sh*t
Just dropped off a load [?]
Ain't no lollygagging get it off, get gone
Try not to tumble cause they try and make you fumble
That's why when they ride by, I be looking humble
But no, I can't f*ck with them
For sure, I'm on f*ck n*ggas
5 fingers with the bird finger in the air
And that motherf*cking bird finger screaming f*ck 12

[Chorus: OJ da Juiceman]
18 thou for a chicken
Pacman sent on a plane from Denver
Remix then I'm going to the press machine
Broke n*ggas out here panhandle me
While I'm sipping codeine and promethyzine
One eye out for the police
DEA they slime to me
F.U.C.K police
f*ck 12 f*ck 12 one more time
f*ck 12 f*ck 12 yeah yeah
[Verse 3: Lil Dre]
Alright pull up, hop out
Bad b*tch might pop out
f*ck police they nut up
Cause a n*gga out here getting money
Quarter pound for the god damn honey
While a n*gga running around here stunting
Got a police running that engine
Got a rubber band around my money
Whole building on [?]
Then pull off, f*ck 12 I hit the gas in line with your b*tch
Talking about whole things, plug hit my line
That gangsta sh*t and box talk I be flexing now
See I'm on my sh*t, got bands on bands with the straps
That boy keep playing that boy get murdered
For playing around in that trap, f*ck 12

[Chorus: OJ da Juiceman]
18 thou for a chicken
Pacman sent on a plane from Denver
Remix then I'm going to the press machine
Broke n*ggas out here panhandle me
While I'm sipping codeine and promethyzine
One eye out for the police
DEA they slime to me
F.U.C.K police
f*ck 12 f*ck 12 one more time
f*ck 12 f*ck 12 yeah yeah
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