Juice - Work JG Remix lyrics

[Intro: DJJ] Turn this sh** up cause Raymore a little too quiet JesseGang DJ Woo woo woo. Gone [Verse 1: DJJ] I'm dancing, In my, red shoes, like I'm David Bowie (FAAAAME) JesseGang making deals, like that n***a Howie Still the same Never gone change Tell your girl she probally gone need her sheets changed I'm sorry Taking out dirty laundry Like a game I got a four quarters That's enough for a clean rinse over JesseGang, we live by that motto puta mierda obtener dinero Burning haters off me life Nero Leave your fake a** camp like Zero I'm a super man ain't talking hero Run a crew, f** your boo, and get kilos Getting kilos Making peep holes See my people f**ing people f** the legal I'm too real Nah I'm just playing Real's Rio On that hardcore sh**, no Sasha I'm JesseGang's Obama Shoutout X way down in Georgia Nappy hair, like Haitians Brother I am DJJ Determined to just be Jesse JesseGang StaySafe.BeStrong.LiveYoungly JesseGang, can't trust nobody Don't need a friend, I got my hobby Juice, P. High, and Simba ready Leave y'all dead, like the Nazis Gone [Verse 2: Juice] Okay Juice Juice Juice is on the track All ya'll f** n***as better hold it back Everybody know I am fresh to d**h Fly shoes fly shades Extra wealth When I step in the room You gotta hold your breath Cause you already know I am the sh** Yes I'm the sugar honey ice tea All you other n***as try to get like me Try to rock white tee, that sh** ain't fly If you wanna roll wit me, JesseGang or die And I ain't Lyin , I'm just saying , ya know I ain't playin When we step in the place ya Excogitate if ya wanna be like us See I take your b**h and I take your crib Cause I be on some really n***a sh** I k** your flow I k** your b**h Choke her out With this dick Ash Bowen Like my d She real cool And like to get freaky See I make her do the juice And got her drunk off the Booz [Hook: A$AP Ferg] Put in work Put in work Put in work Put em in the dirt [Verse 3: P. High] Put in work All my n***as sell nothing but purp Ho a** n***as take off y'all skirts All bad b**hes make it twerk Drop the b**h off if she gettin on my nerves Smoke a lot of dope Smoke a lot of herbs f** n***as get whacked Brains on the curb My n***as be strapped f** what you heard Bird on my hip That's that dessert eagle He can feel the fonk in the air No Beanie Sigel Been around some n***as who find happiness in a needles You out in the field by yourself that's a scary feelin' Better put in work 10 toes down on yo turf If the gun jam better make it work Cuz my n***as gone put you in the dirt Dick ya girl down She say it hurt Cause a n***a puttin in work Leave a skinny b**h f**ing broke Thick girls I gotta work And your b**h I got she like my polo boxers She pull that dick out and lick that motherf**a spotless She a bobble head A bobble head She get f**ed Then she out my bed [Hook: A$AP Ferg & Schoolboy Q] Put in work Put in work Put in work YACK YACK YACK YACK [Verse 4: Lil Simba] Lil Simba stepping out of the zoo Ain't none of y'all f**ing with Jesse crew Y'all ain't f**ing with this gang So don't let me go click clack bang bang Fresh to d**h I don't need a casket Hating on my boys man y'all some f*ggots Stunting so hard I don't need a daddy See a thick one man she's a baddy Ha! Let me go right now Any of y'all n***as knows me me I gets down D double J leaving whack n***as with a frown While Lil Simba leaving n**gs to the ground Ugh! Don't wanna take your girl man its plenty mo But, if I ask her to open her mouth and she nod her head yea, Well man she's a ho I'm just a black teen wearing a black hoodie Please don't shoot me Now Lil Simba is out of the zoo Now y'all know what he about to do Jesse gang we are the best f** the rest deleting five like make it less Like lay down and take a rest Lil Simba is the best JG on this remix work Lil Simba like big booties that like to twerk So you know what i gotta do gotta put in work [Verse 5: DJJ] I've seen a lot fakes Stolen tapes Stealing Grapes Spillin shakes Dick on 8 Give or take Hanging; Drapes In a bowl, call me rose Eat your girl, no cannibal Gone, Gone. That's DJ Her breath come faster than Derrick Rose Armani shades ain't cost me none Brought the A to the Ray, like it was blind or sumn From the Rough Draft to JesseGang From a big head, to getting brain But ain't nothing changed I'm still same Live in my flow, call it David Blane Said forget the fame, it don't matter none As long as my n***as turnt up Got your girl back, I'd never front Pop these n***as, put em in the trunk JG, Middle finger down, cause we don't give a f** Twerk, slurp, put in work