
Gotta Stay Strapped Juicy J (Ft. Alley Boy & Project Pat)
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Yes I’m smoking weed always pussy
Let's go
I’m ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped
Yes sir
I ain’t tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped
No sir
With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that’s tryna take cheese from the trap
I’m ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped
Ride
I ain’t tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped
No Sir
With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that’s tryna take cheese from the trap
Doping and whipping, a groupie ho on my dick
These hoes ain’t in love with me, they in love with my chips
No seat belt is strapped, but I gotta strap in my lap
Got rats comin for my cheese they gonna run across my trap
Money on your head but you ain’t gonna need a cap
Put your ass to sleep, take a permanent nap
I got plenty of tools, but I don’t play with them
I go to sleep with all my bitches, yeah I lay with them
Homie I’m always strapped, like a green beret
In my cup I got that lean, that’s that drink
Some of my niggas trappers, some of them crooks
If you think we ain’t bout to bust, you dumb as you look
Let's go
I’m ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped
Yes sir
I ain’t tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped
No sir
With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that’s tryna take cheese from the trap
I’m ridin with that package so I gotta stay strapped
Ride
I ain’t tryna catch that pack so I gotta stay strapped
No Sir
With two nines to your chest, we gon call you Warren Sapp
For you rats that’s tryna take cheese from the trap
Doping and whipping, a groupie ho on my dick
These hoes ain’t in love with me, they in love with my chips
No seat belt is strapped, but I gotta strap in my lap
Got rats comin for my cheese they gonna run across my trap
Money on your head but you ain’t gonna need a cap
Put your ass to sleep, take a permanent nap
I got plenty of tools, but I don’t play with them
I go to sleep with all my bitches, yeah I lay with them
Homie I’m always strapped, like a green beret
In my cup I got that lean, that’s that drink
Some of my niggas trappers, some of them crooks
If you think we ain’t bout to bust, you dumb as you look
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