Coca Vango

"Michael Vick"

[Intro]
(Beat Attikz)
I call the shots, I set the play up like a quarterback
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Jugg rich
(Jbo on the beat)

[Chorus]
I call the shots, I set the play up like a quarterback
I f*cked a b*tch, the pus*y good, I tell her run it back
These pus*y n*ggas fallin' out cause they not speaking facts
Like Michael Vick, I'll kill your dog and run off with your sack
I'm juggin', I'm juggin', I'm juggin'
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch, keep it moving
I'm juggin', I'm juggin', I'm juggin'
[?] savage, I took it
I'm juggin', I'm juggin', I'm juggin'
I ball like a major, you rookie
I'm juggin', I'm juggin', I'm juggin'
[?] savage, I took it

[Verse 1]
I'm runnin' plays like a point guard
Ain't no mothaf*cka juggin' me
You the same n*gga who pay for pus*y
I play the lil' b*tch like piano keys
Your b*tch skinny just like Swizz Beats
My b*tch thick like Alicia Keys
I'll put a gun to your head and I swear on my life, ain't no muhf*cka killin' me
Jugg rich, we have chemistry
All of these n*ggas some mini me's
Car service for the big body
Hoppin' out like the Kennedys
Quarter milli' out the Apple store
I took your b*tch to [?]
Then meet my plug at the [?]
And I left your b*tch at the [?]
Jugg talk, cash sh*t
Matter fact, this my [?] flow
Top floor, [?]
I had your b*tch in a figure four
Coca V, I got options
Eeny-meeny-meeny-miney moe
If she not f*ckin', then she hit the door
Why the f*ck you think I'm juggin' for?

[Chorus]
I call the shots, I set the play up like a quarterback
I f*cked a b*tch, the pus*y good, I tell her run it back
These pus*y n*ggas fallin' out cause they not speaking facts
Like Michael Vick, I'll kill your dog and run off with your sack
I'm juggin', I'm juggin', I'm juggin'
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch, keep it moving
I'm juggin', I'm juggin', I'm juggin'
[?] savage, I took it
I'm juggin', I'm juggin', I'm juggin'
I ball like a major, you rookie
I'm juggin', I'm juggin', I'm juggin'
[?] savage, I took it

[Verse 2]
I jugged a n*gga for my studio
Now look at me b*tch, I'm jugg rich
You stupid ho, keep on callin' me
f*ck your label, you got jugged b*tch
You don't give a f*ck about my momma
You don't give a f*ck about my daughter
Shoot the stupid b*tch inside her face
And wash my hands down with holy water
Longway, we done came a long way
I been juggin' juggin' juggin' with my n*gga Jose
I'm just gon' run to the money
Run to the money, like the song say
I need that [?], call the [?]
My ho look like Beyoncé, hey
Me and [?] juggin' diamonds for that paper, hey
Even when I'm up or down, I gotta get it every day
Ridin' [?] with me and we tryna make a ten a day
Juggin' crossed the country, you should see the look on [?] face

[Chorus]
I call the shots, I set the play up like a quarterback
I f*cked a b*tch, the pus*y good, I tell her run it back
These pus*y n*ggas fallin' out cause they not speaking facts
Like Michael Vick, I'll kill your dog and run off with your sack
I'm juggin', I'm juggin', I'm juggin'
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch, keep it moving
I'm juggin', I'm juggin', I'm juggin'
[?] savage, I took it
I'm juggin', I'm juggin', I'm juggin'
I ball like a major, you rookie
I'm juggin', I'm juggin', I'm juggin'
[?] savage, I took it

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