(Yea by the blunt)
(Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt)
(Yeah I gotta smoke by the uh)
(Yeah I gotta smoke by the uh)
Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt
And I got yo bitch bent over in her gut
All my niggas came with the bucks
All you niggas can't get none and it's us
Designer my feet you wear the chucks
Niggas need to stop flexing all the fake buffs
Tired of all the bitches showing fake love
Tired of all these niggas showing fake love
Runnin' round town hotboxing in a black truck
Red and blues on her ass but they gotta step up
All my niggas came thru and we bouta go up
All you niggas with the bucks really gotta show us
When yo hoe around yeah she really know us
Look at all the plastic that we been tore up
Bands on the floor finna throw some more
All the hoes on go yeah they want some more
Met a bad bitch say she Vietnamese
I don't speak that language I speak munyunese
No I cannot worry I got Philly cheese
Linking with designers I got unreleased
(Uh)
Yeah I'm bout my green
Gotta have the chili if you rock with me
OG new Camaro it ain't bumblebee
Sending all the hate it ain't stinging me
Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt
And I got yo bitch bent over in her gut
All my niggas came with the bucks
All you niggas can't get none and it's us
Designer my feet you wear the chucks
Niggas need to stop flexing all the fake buffs
Tired of all the bitches showing fake love
Tired of all these niggas showing fake love
Tired of all the fake love
Tired of em flexin faked up
Tired of em flexing fake dubs (aye)
Tired of em flexing fake guns
Walked in BART got it, strapped in the club (aye)
Got Juise in the cut (aye)
And I'm pouring up the Juice got a dub
Made the strap fart, yeah you know who it was
Sippin on purple like a grape now
Made 'em go up on a Tuesday bring the Drac out
She gone suck me up we ain't gone make out
BMW ass up, face down
I was off the percs had to take out
I can't get the wock I'm sippin pai now
I ain't really trippin, getting paid now
She could see the codeine in my face, how?
(Click clack)
(F*ck bitch)
Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt
And I got yo bitch bent over in her gut
All my niggas came with the bucks
All you niggas can't get none and it's us
Designer my feet you wear the chucks
Niggas need to stop flexing all the fake buffs
Tired of all the bitches showing fake love
Tired of all these niggas showing fake love
By Da Blunt (feat. Uriah) Video (MV)
JUISE - By Da Blunt (feat. Uriah) Lyrics
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English
(Yea by the blunt)
(Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt)
(Yeah I gotta smoke by the uh)
(Yeah I gotta smoke by the uh)
Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt
And I got yo bitch bent over in her gut
All my niggas came with the bucks
All you niggas can't get none and it's us
Designer my feet you wear the chucks
Niggas need to stop flexing all the fake buffs
Tired of all the bitches showing fake love
Tired of all these niggas showing fake love
Runnin' round town hotboxing in a black truck
Red and blues on her ass but they gotta step up
All my niggas came thru and we bouta go up
All you niggas with the bucks really gotta show us
When yo hoe around yeah she really know us
Look at all the plastic that we been tore up
Bands on the floor finna throw some more
All the hoes on go yeah they want some more
Met a bad bitch say she Vietnamese
I don't speak that language I speak munyunese
No I cannot worry I got Philly cheese
Linking with designers I got unreleased
(Uh)
Yeah I'm bout my green
Gotta have the chili if you rock with me
OG new Camaro it ain't bumblebee
Sending all the hate it ain't stinging me
Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt
And I got yo bitch bent over in her gut
All my niggas came with the bucks
All you niggas can't get none and it's us
Designer my feet you wear the chucks
Niggas need to stop flexing all the fake buffs
Tired of all the bitches showing fake love
Tired of all these niggas showing fake love
Tired of all the fake love
Tired of em flexin faked up
Tired of em flexing fake dubs (aye)
Tired of em flexing fake guns
Walked in BART got it, strapped in the club (aye)
Got Juise in the cut (aye)
And I'm pouring up the Juice got a dub
Made the strap fart, yeah you know who it was
Sippin on purple like a grape now
Made 'em go up on a Tuesday bring the Drac out
She gone suck me up we ain't gone make out
BMW ass up, face down
I was off the percs had to take out
I can't get the wock I'm sippin pai now
I ain't really trippin, getting paid now
She could see the codeine in my face, how?
(Click clack)
(F*ck bitch)
Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt
And I got yo bitch bent over in her gut
All my niggas came with the bucks
All you niggas can't get none and it's us
Designer my feet you wear the chucks
Niggas need to stop flexing all the fake buffs
Tired of all the bitches showing fake love
Tired of all these niggas showing fake love
(Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt)
(Yeah I gotta smoke by the uh)
(Yeah I gotta smoke by the uh)
Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt
And I got yo bitch bent over in her gut
All my niggas came with the bucks
All you niggas can't get none and it's us
Designer my feet you wear the chucks
Niggas need to stop flexing all the fake buffs
Tired of all the bitches showing fake love
Tired of all these niggas showing fake love
Runnin' round town hotboxing in a black truck
Red and blues on her ass but they gotta step up
All my niggas came thru and we bouta go up
All you niggas with the bucks really gotta show us
When yo hoe around yeah she really know us
Look at all the plastic that we been tore up
Bands on the floor finna throw some more
All the hoes on go yeah they want some more
Met a bad bitch say she Vietnamese
I don't speak that language I speak munyunese
No I cannot worry I got Philly cheese
Linking with designers I got unreleased
(Uh)
Yeah I'm bout my green
Gotta have the chili if you rock with me
OG new Camaro it ain't bumblebee
Sending all the hate it ain't stinging me
Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt
And I got yo bitch bent over in her gut
All my niggas came with the bucks
All you niggas can't get none and it's us
Designer my feet you wear the chucks
Niggas need to stop flexing all the fake buffs
Tired of all the bitches showing fake love
Tired of all these niggas showing fake love
Tired of all the fake love
Tired of em flexin faked up
Tired of em flexing fake dubs (aye)
Tired of em flexing fake guns
Walked in BART got it, strapped in the club (aye)
Got Juise in the cut (aye)
And I'm pouring up the Juice got a dub
Made the strap fart, yeah you know who it was
Sippin on purple like a grape now
Made 'em go up on a Tuesday bring the Drac out
She gone suck me up we ain't gone make out
BMW ass up, face down
I was off the percs had to take out
I can't get the wock I'm sippin pai now
I ain't really trippin, getting paid now
She could see the codeine in my face, how?
(Click clack)
(F*ck bitch)
Yeah I gotta smoke by the blunt
And I got yo bitch bent over in her gut
All my niggas came with the bucks
All you niggas can't get none and it's us
Designer my feet you wear the chucks
Niggas need to stop flexing all the fake buffs
Tired of all the bitches showing fake love
Tired of all these niggas showing fake love
Writer: Justin Ward, Uriah Shaw
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid