Jucee Froot - Could Never (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Jucee Froot] DMac, pop your sh*t, DMac, pop your sh*t, yeah Jucee Lil' one hundred, b*tch Bando sh*t fu*k [Pre-Chorus: Jucee Froot] Walk in the club, where them bands at? (Bands at) Wasn't even stunting your ni**a (Wasn't even stunting your ni**a) But b*tch since you talking, tell me where your man at (Yo, where your man at?) Pressure, zaza They know I'm popping, them hoes can't stand that He got me dripping, that pussy hit different I ride it, I bet he gon' Lamb that (Skrr, skrr) [Chorus: Jucee Froot] These pussy hoes can't never (Never) Irritate me and get me out my bag (Me out my bag) These pussy hoes can't never (Never) fu*k on my ni**a, that pussy on snatch These pussy hoes could never (Never) Go cop a Masi pay for it in cash These pussy hoes could never (Never) Get up with a b*tch 'cause I stay on they ass [Verse 1: Jucee Froot] I am that b*tch, so it ain't no comparing All this ass on me, these hoes get embarrassed That P sh*t is in me, like that sh*t generic I call him daddy but he ain't my parent He put me in carats that didn't come from Jareds Don't fu*k with these ni**as like my name is Karen That sh*t for the birds, let them talk like a parrot The pussy so good when he in it he swearing Why would I care how a pussy hoe move? (Pussy hoe move) Hating on the next b*tch, that’s what pussy hoes do (Pussy hoes do) Don't speak on me, b*tch, we ain't never been cool Why I stay up in they mouth? 'Cause none better than the Juice (Ooh) Still that b*tch, ain't none gone change (Never gon' change) Hoess saying that it's up, they ain't never on a plane b*tch or a ni**a, I'm the hardest in the game Iced out at my shows, I ain't tucking my chain [Refrain: Jucee Froot] Who else can do it like me? Started from sh*t, now my music on shows on TV (Shows on TV) Who else put on for the city? (The city) I moved from Memphis, but b*tch, I still bleed Ten-A-Key (Bleed Ten-A-Key) What b*tch is fu*king with me? Moment of silence I'll wait This sh*t is nothing to me (Nothing to me) I sh*t with my diamonds (sh*t with my diamonds) X-Ray (Yee) [Pre-Chorus: Jucee Froot] Walk in the club, where them bands at? (Bands at) Wasn't even stunting your ni**a (Wasn't even stunting your ni**a) But b*tch since you talking, tell me where your man at (Yo, where your man at?) Pressure, zaza They know I'm popping, them hoes can't stand that He got me dripping, that pussy hit different I ride it, I bet he gon' Lamb that (Skrr, skrr) [Chorus: Jucee Froot] These pussy hoes can't never (Never) Irritate me and get me out my bag (Me out my bag) These pussy hoes can't never (Never) fu*k on my ni**a, that pussy on snatch These pussy hoes could never (Never) Go cop a Masi pay for it in cash These pussy hoes could never (Never) Get up with a b*tch 'cause I stay on they ass (Yeah, go) [Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo] Question (What? Speak for 'em) Who from the city done did it like me? (Huh?) I'm just tryna see, I don't see nothin' but me (Bagg) Diamonds VV's, still'll say you'll peak (Right now) Come from the streets, where they playin' for keeps Black Maybach, same color my Glock, my glee (Twin) Me and your b*tch been slick, lowkey (Ooh) Now she a part of my fleet/flick (Ooh) Blue Lamborghini, cocaine, Forgis, no cap in my story Could never let no b*tch look above me Strap on me while I'm recordin' The Drac' hit 'em, made his ass hula hoop (Hoop) Cancel him, he a snitch, he told the truth (Ha) sh*t on ni**as, tell 'em, "Get the pooper scoop" They could never come through like I'm comin' through (No) Gap between her legs, pussy Jucee Froot/juicy fruit (Wet) Bagg on their ass, tell me somethin' new (Threat) I just be talkin' that real, that raw sh*t, the streets is who I cater to, straight up I can never have no filter, Benjamins, hunnid shots inside this vehicule (Whole hunnid) fu*k what they talking 'bout, I'm Memphis for real (How?) I've been callin', runnin' M's up (I can never get enough, oh, nah) [Pre-Chorus: Jucee Froot] Walk in the club, where them bands at? (Bands at) Wasn't even stunting your ni**a (Wasn't even stunting your ni**a) But b*tch since you talking, tell me where your man at (Yo, where your man at?) Pressure, zaza They know I'm popping, them hoes can't stand that He got me dripping, that pussy hit different I ride it, I bet he gon' Lamb that (Skrr, skrr) [Chorus: Jucee Froot] These pussy hoes can't never (Never) Irritate me and get me out my bag (Me out my bag) These pussy hoes can't never (Never) fu*k on my ni**a, that pussy on snatch These pussy hoes could never (Never) Go cop a Masi pay for it in cash These pussy hoes could never (Never) Get up with a b*tch 'cause I stay on they ass