All-Star Weekend
Jugg Harden
GENRE
[Intro]
(Gotti)
(Jugg Harden)
[Verse 1: Jugg Harden]
Lil' bitch be fuckin' on a ghost, she like animals
Told her nigga business, I ain't ask, bitch, I'm scared of you
I could take another bitch and turn her to a better you (I swear)
Used to have hoop dreams, but now it's lookin' federal
Lil' bitch been textin' me for years, this bitch consistent
Put me in the game, I bet I shoot, J.R. Smith it
Most these niggas' problem is they always need a witness
Before she even started, bitch was already finished
She fuckin' with a lame, I put that pussy on the map
Mindin' my business, she put that pussy in my lap (Come here)
Tryna quit these drugs, like a monkey on my back
I got Gucci on my back, I got groupies on my neck
Come around us broke, we gon' think you tryna rob (Bum)
Told her, "Come here, bitch," bust it, baby, like I'm Plies (Bitch)
Dog Shit Records just hit me up, think I'ma sign
I know this bitch toxic, her pussy good, ignore the sign
We make grown niggas terrified (Yeah)
Chopper make him lean back like it's Terror Squad (You get it?)
Pull up, paint a nigga block, that's how you vandalize
Used to stop writin' like, "Hold on, bro, you tellin' lies"
He with the get-back, swore his ass is justified (I swear)
You feel my aura in the room, I bring ghetto vibes
My shooter caught a body, I call his lil' ass Minaj
Seen an opp still alive, be fuckin' with my pride (Want him dead)
I got the blicky up in church, I can't be victimized
I was fucked up, I couldn't even get a line
Slidin' on the opps, I used to have to catch a ride
Nigga, it ain't really slidin' if you goin' live
[Chorus: Jugg Harden]
All I smoke is opps, bruh
Yeah, that pussy good, it ain't Wock', though
Fuck your lil' brother, he an opp, ho
Foggin' up my buffs, all this opp smoke
I was broke, they gon' try to bring my past up
You dick suck every nigga with a bag, huh?
I need a camera on the Benz for when I back up
All-star weekend, let's break some glass, huh
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
All-star weekend, bitch, I dropped a pint of red
I could've bought a house, I bought some ice instead
Fuck around and OD'd on drank and tried to fight the dead
Tryna fuck me a lil' foreign bitch, I caught a flight to France
Pull up in a matte black Benz with the Forgis on it
And if you ever catch me walkin', got a 40 on me
Fat Black nigga tellin' jokes, bitch, I'm Corey Holcomb
Prices goin' up on the features 'cause I'm more than local
All-star ballin' on these niggas like I'm J.R.
Hit your block with a fully automatic, fuck an AR
Yeah, I'm talented, I just made 5K off of eight bars
I got some shit that cover everything, bitch, I'm State Farm
40K cash around my neck, they like I'm signed to who?
Boyz ENT, why do I have to keep remindin' you?
Pop an opp and burn everything just to hide the proof
One thing for sure, my brother say he slide, shit, I'm slidin' too (Bitch)
[Chorus: Jugg Harden]
All I smoke is opps, bruh
Yeah, that pussy good, it ain't Wock', though
Fuck your lil' brother, he an opp, ho
Foggin' up my buffs, all this opp smoke
I was broke, they gon' try to bring my past up
You dick suck every nigga with a bag, huh?
I need a camera on the Benz for when I back up
All-star weekend, let's break some glass, huh
(Gotti)
(Jugg Harden)
[Verse 1: Jugg Harden]
Lil' bitch be fuckin' on a ghost, she like animals
Told her nigga business, I ain't ask, bitch, I'm scared of you
I could take another bitch and turn her to a better you (I swear)
Used to have hoop dreams, but now it's lookin' federal
Lil' bitch been textin' me for years, this bitch consistent
Put me in the game, I bet I shoot, J.R. Smith it
Most these niggas' problem is they always need a witness
Before she even started, bitch was already finished
She fuckin' with a lame, I put that pussy on the map
Mindin' my business, she put that pussy in my lap (Come here)
Tryna quit these drugs, like a monkey on my back
I got Gucci on my back, I got groupies on my neck
Come around us broke, we gon' think you tryna rob (Bum)
Told her, "Come here, bitch," bust it, baby, like I'm Plies (Bitch)
Dog Shit Records just hit me up, think I'ma sign
I know this bitch toxic, her pussy good, ignore the sign
We make grown niggas terrified (Yeah)
Chopper make him lean back like it's Terror Squad (You get it?)
Pull up, paint a nigga block, that's how you vandalize
Used to stop writin' like, "Hold on, bro, you tellin' lies"
He with the get-back, swore his ass is justified (I swear)
You feel my aura in the room, I bring ghetto vibes
My shooter caught a body, I call his lil' ass Minaj
Seen an opp still alive, be fuckin' with my pride (Want him dead)
I got the blicky up in church, I can't be victimized
I was fucked up, I couldn't even get a line
Slidin' on the opps, I used to have to catch a ride
Nigga, it ain't really slidin' if you goin' live
[Chorus: Jugg Harden]
All I smoke is opps, bruh
Yeah, that pussy good, it ain't Wock', though
Fuck your lil' brother, he an opp, ho
Foggin' up my buffs, all this opp smoke
I was broke, they gon' try to bring my past up
You dick suck every nigga with a bag, huh?
I need a camera on the Benz for when I back up
All-star weekend, let's break some glass, huh
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
All-star weekend, bitch, I dropped a pint of red
I could've bought a house, I bought some ice instead
Fuck around and OD'd on drank and tried to fight the dead
Tryna fuck me a lil' foreign bitch, I caught a flight to France
Pull up in a matte black Benz with the Forgis on it
And if you ever catch me walkin', got a 40 on me
Fat Black nigga tellin' jokes, bitch, I'm Corey Holcomb
Prices goin' up on the features 'cause I'm more than local
All-star ballin' on these niggas like I'm J.R.
Hit your block with a fully automatic, fuck an AR
Yeah, I'm talented, I just made 5K off of eight bars
I got some shit that cover everything, bitch, I'm State Farm
40K cash around my neck, they like I'm signed to who?
Boyz ENT, why do I have to keep remindin' you?
Pop an opp and burn everything just to hide the proof
One thing for sure, my brother say he slide, shit, I'm slidin' too (Bitch)
[Chorus: Jugg Harden]
All I smoke is opps, bruh
Yeah, that pussy good, it ain't Wock', though
Fuck your lil' brother, he an opp, ho
Foggin' up my buffs, all this opp smoke
I was broke, they gon' try to bring my past up
You dick suck every nigga with a bag, huh?
I need a camera on the Benz for when I back up
All-star weekend, let's break some glass, huh
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