paroles de chanson Baked Potato - Juicy J
Swagger
under
Trippy
niggas...
let's
get
ratchet
I'm
loadin
up
and
I'm
ridin
out,
they
talkin
shit
but
they
hidin
out
Real
niggas
know
what
I'm
talkin
bout...
(I'm
loadin
up
and
I'm
ridin
out,
they
talkin
shit
but
they
hidin
out)
(Real
niggas
know
what
I'm
talkin
bout...)
(Trippy,
trippy,
trippy,
turn
up)
Rack
after
rack,
I
got
the
sack,
geeked
up
of
beans,
pack
after
pack
(yeah
ho)
Stay
with
the
nina'
2 cups
and
a
zip,
Juicy
don't
fight
I
just
empty
them
clips
(yeah
ho)
Blowing
like
cash,
high
off
the
gas,
pay
20
stacks
and
they
run
up
and
blast
(yeah
ho)
Next
time
you're
see
him
this
face
on
the
shirt,
next
time
car
he
ride
in,
stretch
limo
hearse
See
why
you
niggas
mad
nigga,
that
to
me
you
so
cash
nigga
Stuffed
in
a
Louie
bag
nigga,
Juicy
J
be
that
nigga
Big
bag
of
that
stank
killer,
codeine
in
my
drink
killer
Mostly
niggas
be
lyin
sayin
they
is
but
ain't
killers
Nigga
wanna
play
with
me,
I'm
a
break
him
off
Give
my
youngins,
they'll
do
it,
I'm
a
bring
em
out
(get
em)
They
gon'
get
on
your
ass
then
they
flyin
takin
off
(get
em)
Nigga
we
gon
take
a
life
before
we
take
a
loss
My
diamonds
sing
like
Ray
J
homie,
every
day's
a
payday
Rollin
up
that
KK,
now
it's
going
down
like
mayday
All
my
niggas
be
chilling,
stacking
money
to
the
ceiling
Used
to
smoking
out
the
parking
lot,
now
we
owning
a
building
oh
Used
to
tell
niggas
I
was
gonna
here
but
they
ain't
really
understand
Now
they
see
me
in
that
brand
new
Rari
and
start
to
think
I'm
the
man
Now
my
jeans
cost
a
grand,
now
my
shows
fill
the
stands
Now
they
see
that
I'm
ballin
cause
of
how
they
bring
in
them
bands,
ooh
Now
when
niggas
be
tourin,
now
my
money
be
foreign
All
my
niggas
be
scorin,
section
very
important
I'm
cakin
up,
you
fakin
up,
I'm
rollin
weed
when
I'm
wakin
up
Instead
of
talkin
shit
and
try
to
hate
on
us
just
grab
a
joint
and
come
bake
with
us
(Fuck
nigga,
hahahaha,
uhh)
(Look,
okay,
okay)
Front
page,
I'm
on
the
news:
nigga
call
me
a
dropout
Real
nigga,
100,
never
needing
no
copout
(nah)
Diamonds
on
my
chain
just
pop
off,
you
already
know
what
I'm
bout
Got
bad
bitches
from
overseas
but
I
need
a
big
ass
from
the
south
Look
at
us,
we
made
it,
bottles
up
in
the
air
now
25
racks
a
night,
give
a
fuck
bout
sweating
your
hair
out
Getting
trippy
man
with
some
frisky
things;
I
am
the
shit
and
you
niggas
anus
'Cause
if
I
mention
ya'll
I'm
a
make
you
famous
you
still
ain't
nothing,
I'm
stainless
We
famous,
anything
you
want
right
now,
baby
girl
just
name
it
And
I'm
a
get
real
deep
in
the
pussy;
the
number
one
nigga,
ain't
no
need
for
replacement
Getting
in
my
spaceship,
I'm
high
as
a
bitch,
fly
as
a
bitch
Okay
Juicy
J
and
Wiz,
every
day
we
do
this
shit
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