Juicy J - Hell Naw

Song Rating: 7.73/10

Song lyrics:

[Hook] 4x
(s** my p**y n***a!) Hell naw, f** you!

[Get Buck chant in the background]

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
We be up in the club
Me and my n***as fresh as a gucci store
Booties of some cutie hoochies

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Im bout my pimpin so I need to find some girlfriend
Call up on a pile of weed and a couple of fifths of gin
Find a cool spot that too hot for the crooked cops
... n***as (?) some pot, junkies smoking rocks
Meet me on da block, what you want? Black ...
(?) s**y brown-brown
Put your cheese down-down
... down town
In the bed she clown-clown

[Hook] 4x
(s** my p**y n***a!) Hell naw, f** you!

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]

Sometimes I be wantin to take my fist
And beat these b**hes badly
These b**hes be playin more games
Than motherf**ing Milton Bradley

Ill never be payin a fine
Till this b**h is on my mind
Im hittin it all the time
Cause all of the b**hes are mine
Like I said, n***a keep a third eye on your track because
Im jumping the strategy ... f** with my count

You better make this sh** leave
Get your a** up from under the sheets
And get this deep rear relieve
She cuss b**h, I dont wanna hear no stories
Thats when I get in them draws
Im leavin the blaze of glory
Cause the k**ers are k**in the coochie
The hoochies are gettin up outta them clothes
Id never be lovin slut and I never would propose
Im spittin this gangsta sh**
To all you degraded n***a fake hoes

[Hook] 4x
(s** my p**y n***a!) Hell naw, f** you!

Date of text publication: 18.01.2021 at 22:04