Текст песни Minute Maid - BeanieCheech

Walked across the street I wanted juice and copped a Minute Maid
Uh uh uh uh
Walked across the street I wanted juice and copped uh
Uh uh uh uh

Walked across the street I wanted juice and copped a Minute Maid
Mom said beat the lights inside the crib don't be a minute late
I grew in the crib where shit was slim
Sources running thin
But I had a grin
Every din I have food on the plate
Hold up
Oh no wit the attitude
She gone pop it if she have to
Double rangs with a double cuuuuup
Double chains like I had 2
I never tell em when I had moves
I only tell em when the cash do
Uh uh uh
Only tell em when the cash do
Shorties petty it's a brash move
Uh uh uh uh
Round em like a lasso
Touchdown in the castle
Wrist bling like I'm in the county
Been there Imma bad
Uh
Been there I'm a bad
Uh
Been there I'm a bad dude
If she slim or thicky going in the bag foo
Brought my nigga wit me he got shorty friend too
Do not get too friendly you are just a fan
Extras can go wit me if it don't offend you

Walked across the street I wanted juice and copped a Minute Maid
Uh uh uh uh
Walked across the street I wanted juice and copped uh
Uh uh uh uh

Just Hop in my zone
Heart attack
Hold my chest
Niggas fake
That a artifact
Art of facts
Mannequin
Stuck in place
Swear I wish they never started that
Starter pack
Starter cap
In a daze
App broke
Stuck in my many ways
Tad pole
Claim you a big fish
Ain't see you out today
By the way that you looking
Niggas can tell that you ain't never been booked
Look at his face and been he shook
Clap at his mans the whole team fucked
Pluto
I'm outta this world
Shoulder the weight
Sumo
Sit for the bred
Hugo
I'm airing em out
Yo bitch came and scooped me cause you left some hair in the house
How you leave hair in the house
That's her in the house
Now yo bitch taken me out
She copped the Keisha and now
She throwing ha back out
Sipping 45
That's Stackhouse
Sipping 4-5
The pack out
I'm immortalized
Let's cash out

Run it run it run it

Push the kid outta my face
Hit a lick and run the race
40s dripping down my face
Walked the strip and caught a case
I ain't up for the debates

Move it
Talking that shit
Prove it
Flip like a kid
Everyone flexin
I shrug my shoulder cause it is what it is
Double checking like is this shit legit
Niggas cappin I ain't in wit the trends
Unless it's dancing then the shit all depends
Niggas prancin can not fool wit the kid
Niggas prancin can not fool wit the kid
Can't move wit limp
Texts group em like who real in this bitch
Sex stupid I came in wit his bitch
33's on me not Scottie Pip
We talkin milfs

If she slim or thicky going in the bag foo
Brought my nigga wit me he got shorty friend too
Do not get too friendly you are just a fan
Extras can go wit me if it don't offend you