Текст песни Lavish - Just Juice feat. Logic & Mojo
This
joint
for
the
fans
in
the
stands
with
their
hands
in
the
air,
wave
left
to
right
For
the
Kings
and
the
Queens
in
the
pent
house
Suites
Living
lavish
lives
This
joint
for
the
fans
in
the
stands
with
their
hands
in
the
air,
wave
left
to
right
For
the
Kings
and
the
Queens
in
the
pent
house
Suites
Living
lavish
lives
We
lavish
(lavish),
lavish
(lavish)
Caviar
with
a
bad
bitch
Ceviche
out
the
chalice
show
my
people
round
my
palace
Yeah,
we
lavish
(lavish),
lavish
(lavish)
Caviar
with
a
bad
bitch
Balancing
my
talents,
my
black
card
ain't
maxin'
Yea,
we
bout'
it
Ousting
the
foes
who
doubted
Spouting
the
flow
out
my
mouth
like
a
fountain
Driven
like
Aston
Hold
up,
roll
up,
hit
it,
pass
it
Ridin'
high,
sittin'
low
[?],
but
I'm
gettin'
though
From
the
starting
line
to
the
end
zone
We
runnin'
the
game
and
that's
all
that
we
know
And
I'm
cooling,
just
me
and
my
team
G
to
a
T
Tell
me
who
have
it,
I
be
Too
under
esteemed
Who
I'ma
be,
one
of
the
best
with
Immaculate
steez
And
I
rap
to
the
beat
with
an
accuracy
Gotta
master
the
craft
when
you
after
the
cheese
Craft
to
the
suite
Pedal
to
the
metal,
never
settle
for
the
what?
Never
settle
for
defeat
I'm
one
of
the
best
though
Swimmin'
in
women,
perfected
the
breast
stroke
Never
the
less
though,
I'ma
keep
it
a
hundred
percent
to
the
death
though
I
stack
that
cheese
like
pesto
On
tracks,
I
beast
like
Pecko
Just
know
that
I'm
ready
to
ride
if
you
ready
to
slide
and
Dip
low
like
techno
- Logic
Let
me
get
like
this,
hold
up
Get
it
like
this,
hold
up
Fuck
around,
get
the
blunt
rolled
up
Let
me
load
up,
never
know
what
might
go
down
sho'nuff
Motherfucker
wanna
bluff
Had
enough,
at
the
RattPack,
never
that
Let
me
get
it,
I
gotta
get
it
like
a
motherfucker
that
wanna
hit
it
all
night
That's
right,
just
here
for
the
light
Fuck
around
here
for
the
night
On
the
road
for
success,
never
veer
to
the
right
Here
for
the
fight
Everybody
here,
alright
Shout
out
to
Juice
and
Mojo
for
show
though
Putting
this
verse
in
Soho
Oh
no,
I
ain't
fuckin'
with
no
ho
Bitch
you
cannot
get
a
photo
In
the
back
of
the
4 door,
solo,
dolo
(Dolo)
Bitch,
I'm
too...
Bitch,
I'm
too.
Bitch,
I'm
too
alive
Never
talk
about
suicide
Unless
we
talking
'bout
both
of
the
doors
on
my
newer
ride
From
Maryland
way
up
to
Boston
Yea,
we
be
flossin',
that
shit
be
do
or
die
Right
now
it's
you
and
I
L.O.G.I.C
I
know
I
get
down
Bow
down
to
the
man
with
the
crown
I
got
Caviar
by
the
boat
load
Fellatio
by
the
throat
load
I'm
livin'
the
shit
that
you
dreaming
about
And
I
won't
go
back
to
the
old
school
These
ojos
seen
old
hoes
They
gold
news,
my
rollie
got
a
rollie
I'm
double
timing
these
old
dudes
Ride
around
with
a
bad
broad
Fast
car
with
the
top
back
Fast
lane,
like
Nascar
Champagne,
I
pop
that
Bought
a
black
car,
with
a
black
card
Don't
act
hard,
you
not
that
Got
a
Jaguar
for
the
side
chick
Now
she
give
me
that
bobcat
All
that
and
a
bag
of
Lays
Hit
the
sheets
with
a
freak
I
bag
and
lay
They
cop
feelins'
like
PD
I
cop
a
feel
like
David
Blaine,
it's
magic,
no
hat-trick
I
mask
emotion,
like
masquerade
on
an
escapade
up
in
the
Escalade
When
I
drop
this
track,
I'ma
escalate
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