C-Sick - Lavish lyrics

[Hook: Just Juice] This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives We lavish (lavish), lavish (lavish), caviar with a bad b**h Ceviche out the chalice, show my people round my palace Yeah, we lavish (lavish), lavish (lavish), caviar with a bad b**h Balancing my talents, my black card ain't maxin' [Verse 1: Just Juice] Yea, we bout' it Ousting the foes who doubted Spouting the flow out my mouth like a fountain Pose of a stallion, driven like Aston Hold up, roll up, hit it, pa** it Ridin' high, sittin' low Mind ain't right 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 d**h 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 [Hook: Just Juice] This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives We lavish (lavish), lavish (lavish), caviar with a bad b**h Ceviche out the chalice, show my people round my palace Yeah, we lavish (lavish), lavish (lavish), caviar with a bad b**h Balancing my talents, my black card ain't maxin' [Verse 2: Logic] Let me get like this, hold up Get it like this, hold up f** around, get the blunt rolled up Let me load up, never know what might go down sho'nuff Motherf**er wanna bluff Had enough, at the RattPack, never that Let me get it, I gotta get it like a motherf**er that wanna hit it all night That's right, just here for the light f** 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 fo' sho' though Putting this verse in Soho Oh no, I ain't f**in' with no ho b**h you cannot get a photo In the back of the 4 door, solo, dolo (Dolo) b**h, I'm too... b**h, I'm too.. b**h, 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 sh** 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 [Hook: Just Juice] This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives We lavish (lavish), lavish (lavish), caviar with a bad b**h Ceviche out the chalice, show my people round my palace Yeah, we lavish (lavish), lavish (lavish), caviar with a bad b**h Balancing my talents, my black card ain't maxin' [Verse 3: Mojo] I got Caviar by the boat load fel**tio by the throat load I'm livin' the sh** 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 [Hook: Just Juice] This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives We lavish (lavish), lavish (lavish), caviar with a bad b**h Ceviche out the chalice, show my people round my palace Yeah, we lavish (lavish), lavish (lavish), caviar with a bad b**h Balancing my talents, my black card ain't maxin'