[Chorus: Juicy J]
Smokin' out, goin' up, keepin' dope up in my cup
And I got the baddest bitch, that ain't nobody ever fucked
She magical, fairy-tale, put together very well
Keep me in the store, keep me spinning like a ferris wheel
Smokin' out, goin' up, keepin' dope up in my cup
And I got the baddest bitch, that ain't nobody ever fucked
She magical, fairy-tale, put together very well
Keep me in the store, keep me spinning like a ferris wheel
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Grain grippin' lether and wood, roll my dough while we get to it
Tier from the back, pussy fat, you can tell it's good
You can't even get close to her, the chauffeur opened doors for us
His and hers, er'thing I order one for both of us (Racks)
Brand new, 911, Keyshia Cole, sent from heaven
Keep that pussy burning, baby, I'ma keep the engine revin'
Damn, make you stop and stare, that onion make you stop a third
My ex's don't try to compete
'Cause they know they cannot compare (Hmm)
Sweet just like Georgia it's peach, shape California it's per
Taste just like flour, them oranges, but this Brazilian know her
Big time player, girl, I used to get my roll on (Yes sir)
Don't care what these ho's on (Hmm)
'Cause you the one I chose on
Smokin' out, goin' up, keepin' dope up in my cup
And I got the baddest bitch, that ain't nobody ever fucked
She magical, fairy-tale, put together very well
Keep me in the store, keep me spinning like a ferris wheel
Smokin' out, goin' up, keepin' dope up in my cup
And I got the baddest bitch, that ain't nobody ever fucked
She magical, fairy-tale, put together very well
Keep me in the store, keep me spinning like a ferris wheel
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Grain grippin' lether and wood, roll my dough while we get to it
Tier from the back, pussy fat, you can tell it's good
You can't even get close to her, the chauffeur opened doors for us
His and hers, er'thing I order one for both of us (Racks)
Brand new, 911, Keyshia Cole, sent from heaven
Keep that pussy burning, baby, I'ma keep the engine revin'
Damn, make you stop and stare, that onion make you stop a third
My ex's don't try to compete
'Cause they know they cannot compare (Hmm)
Sweet just like Georgia it's peach, shape California it's per
Taste just like flour, them oranges, but this Brazilian know her
Big time player, girl, I used to get my roll on (Yes sir)
Don't care what these ho's on (Hmm)
'Cause you the one I chose on
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