Juicy J - G.F.U. (The Motto Remix) lyrics

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Juicy J - G.F.U. (The Motto Remix) lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa Verse] 24, from the hood and I made 11 million this year so im throwin up paper Got a bunch of n***as with me that done made it from the bottom, gettin' money, all throwin' up Taylor You can roll em out, puff em, I don't save it, I stuff em I don't gotta chase money im good Ill bake the whole onion and replace it like its nothing ya im talkin straight cookies no oven And im smokin' in public, rich folks still love it He talkin', he bluffin', that's my chick, she stuntin' And my team is the wildest, try and get high enough to see Mr. Wallace Thumbs green like the mile is, this for my youngins gettin steamed up in college If you seen all my closets so much style its like my stylist had a stylist And my crib like a palace Wizzle go hard like a callus [Hook] [Wiz Khalifa] All we smoke is papers, blowin' hella flavors Smokin till its gone, that's how we do it cause were taylor'd [Juicy J] Get high (get high), get f**ed up (get f**ed up) Get high (get high), get f**ed up (get f**ed up) Get high (get high), get f**ed up (get f**ed up) Get high (get high), get f**ed up (get f**ed up) [Juicy J Verse] Cop a pound, come a pound, roll a pound, blow it down Call a ho, its goin down, Juicy J from stoner town Originality where Mary Jane control the sound Blue Dream and Lean for all of those who knew the time Hash, kef oils in the gas mask we be doin numbers like its math cla** Match one, n***a don't you know im match back Colors on the herb make the bud look abstract Smoke good, cause I deserve it, sour diesel got me swerving Im swerving, right up on the curbing Big bong rips, got my chest hurting Purp naps, in the Marriott sweet I wanna taste the weed but the swisher too sweet So make sure you know its only taylors if we meet If you get trippy mane you can even choke a bean Blood came through and just dropped off a load And I ain't sellin sh** everything gettin smoked Smoke when I get up, smoke myself to sleep Taylor Gang b**h 10 pounds every week [Hook] [Berner Verse] Bern ima rep for my city, im on two blue pills and got the room smelling pissy Ask, I tell her don't kiss me don't come up for air, lost your b**h to the game, f** it life isn't fair Im too chill, 2 mil re caught with my rap money Two or three pads bad b**hes roll the planes for me Two strains that my new nickname, cherry pound cookie all you see is a big flame Stunt, grown man with a coat on, trippy in a room full of girls with no clothes on But ya I love how i'm living, I just left the night club im in bed with 3 women Too high, too fly, big belly cause I eat good Blew 30 grand on drinks, I better sleep good Bag full of sh** you probably seen in my twitpics Hoodrich the only thing a stripper get is good dick Ya im so slow motion in an s cla** floating hard to keep my eyes open A king pin I keep weed by the elbow Skin all itchy tonight, im sippin yellow [Hook]