Lyrics Interlude 3 - Juice

Yeah,
It′s your boy
L.P Juice
It's crazy
Right here x7
I′m back in top
She want my paper, yeah
You're body is all my lambourgini
Yes I'm win for the really time
Westone, breakfast suit and tie
Whistle l.p juice live somebody
Cake or booking need some butt
Get no weed but i need some butt
Keep you right, killing to me
But that body body meet some work
Ain′t fuck your body
You screaming suck up Grizzlies
You ain′t ready for my rap
Keep into everybody like ya and me
You will never been online
Mixtape we online
Witch on Qi or my color
Where is the beat. on me
Bangz bangz your body
Fuck that like my man mill
Knees on the cover like maserrati
Knees on the recording that same thing
Wait
(I'm ready, I′m ready, I'm ready)
You wet
(I′m ready, I'm ready, I′m ready)
Paie money to first
Wake up and you hustler
Make up you ain't the stars
Wake up for the moon us
Call here papi, when you stop
For a real papi, when you stress
No rec sing for the practice
Now you know what I'm crazy
If you go it bad
She really want my paper
Don′t geave a damn
(About that pussy nigga)
She looking for
(Just real money)
That why she really want my paper