Rick Ross - Jugg King (Remix) lyrics

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Rick Ross - Jugg King (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Jugg kings Biggest boss My lil n***a Scooter heavy (heavy), heavy (heavy) Heavy (heavy), heavy (heavy), heavy (heavy) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Yayo when I'm on the block, yayo in the coffee pot Yayo in the rental car, I'm sold out by ten o'clock Chicken soda, chickens flock, pimp 'em like I'm on the sky On my third cameraman, I'm the one they want to watch Can I ran my numbers up, let you n***as fall in love Shawty I just want to nut, marble floors, I'm out the mud Game ain't based on zip and fee, saddity b**hes feelin' me I just wanna feed the squad, I just want my feet ma**aged Wreck my black Aventador, go get a whole new fleet tomorrow Friendships, they can get expensive, chilling, yeah that's been a minute Fed-Ex, I can ship the spinach, Saint Laurent, I been to Lenox See you talk a lot of money, but it's time to see the deal is [Chorus: Young Scooter] You say you a hit man but you ain't hit sh** You say you a lick man but you ain't hit no licks You say you a dope boy but you ain't sold no bricks My baby mama left, I bought another n***a's b**h I do what I want, you do what you can I stashed away a mil just if sh** don't go as planned I do what I want, you do what you can I stashed away a mil just if sh** don't go as planned [Verse 2: T.I.] f** n***as do what they can Real n***as do what they want, yeah I f** with Young Scooter and the Black Migo Gang 'Cause I know he gon' keep it A1 Old rooty-rooty finger in the booty a** n***a Better gon' with the games, shawty we don't play none' Been waitin' for the fame, learned f** a gold diggin' b**h Jack my dick 'fore I ever pay one, yeah yeah yeah If you au f** n***a, gotta stay one, huh You make a lil money, that don't change none', nah I met her walkin' out the Golden Orchard Now she bent over with her back archin' I'm in Aston Martin on the aftermarket Ignore call, the b**h act retarded And all's forgiven when I f** her harder Payin' no attention, she the preacher's daughter And this trap music n***a, that's my sh** n***a tell you anything else, they ain't 'bout sh** Started long time ago in the 'partments With a Glock and a quarter hole of rock ten I'm the king n***a when it come to that Put it on the map, made you want to rap On your social media you can gon' and cap But keep this sh** a hundred dude, it's only fair, yeah [Chorus: Young Scooter] You say you a hit man but you ain't hit sh** You say you a lick man but you ain't hit no licks You say you a dope boy but you ain't sold no bricks My baby mama left, I bought another n***a's b**h I do what I want, you do what you can I stashed away a mil just if sh** don't go as planned I do what I want, you do what you can I stashed away a mil just if sh** don't go as planned [Verse 3: Young Scooter] I'm a real n***a, lick hitter, b**h getter Quick flipper, pot whipper, dope dealer Fly n***a, if I pop I'ma ride n***a Goyard, a hundred racks inside n***a You a f** n***a, I could get you touched n***a I be in your hood, so I know what's up with you You a worker n***a, hang around plugs n***a You the dope man, you ain't got no d** n***a I'm a boss n***a, I'm bossed out like Rick Ross n***a Five-fifty Benz, you know what that cost n***a My sh** paid for, you paid a note, you ridin' a rental I got Freebandz, you know Future that's my n***a, Scooter! [Chorus: Young Scooter] You say you a hit man but you ain't hit sh** You say you a lick man but you ain't hit no licks You say you a dope boy but you ain't sold no bricks My baby mama left, I bought another n***a's b**h I do what I want, you do what you can I stashed away a mil just if sh** don't go as planned I do what I want, you do what you can I stashed away a mil just if sh** don't go as planned