
Suck A Mean Dick Juicy J
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[Chorus: Juicy J]
Can suck a mean dick
All the niggas, talkin' that shit
Can suck a mean dick
Jealous motherfuckers, yeah, haha
Can suck a mean dick
Hahaha
Can suck a mean dick
All you motherfuckers
Can suck a mean dick
All you bitches
Can suck a mean dick
All you motherfuckers, yeah
Can suck a mean dick
Yeah
Can suck a mean dick
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
You got problems with the Juice, don't be actin' strange
Or even talk behind my back, take care of your business, mane
Or are you scared, to face the six, six, niggas on my dizzick?
Comin' on your period, actin' like a bizzitch
Real niggas stay quiet, they don't talk about what they do
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Fuck, what you fightin' for? What you fightin' for, nigga?
Is it my sounds, that be turnin' niggas into killers?
Or is it Lucifer, talkin' to you in your sleep?
Tellin' you, to join a devilish clan called "Six Feet Deep"?
Or since it's jealousy, some motherfuckers aren't me
Because my tracks are bumpin' hard and there's would never be
Sometimes I think if I was bailed out, even locked in jail
There still would be no way, a nigga could escape from hell
So to you jealous motherfuckers, that be tryna' bar
Bow down to Juicy J, bitch, and a suck a mean one
Can suck a mean dick
All the niggas, talkin' that shit
Can suck a mean dick
Jealous motherfuckers, yeah, haha
Can suck a mean dick
Hahaha
Can suck a mean dick
All you motherfuckers
Can suck a mean dick
All you bitches
Can suck a mean dick
All you motherfuckers, yeah
Can suck a mean dick
Yeah
Can suck a mean dick
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
You got problems with the Juice, don't be actin' strange
Or even talk behind my back, take care of your business, mane
Or are you scared, to face the six, six, niggas on my dizzick?
Comin' on your period, actin' like a bizzitch
Real niggas stay quiet, they don't talk about what they do
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Fuck, what you fightin' for? What you fightin' for, nigga?
Is it my sounds, that be turnin' niggas into killers?
Or is it Lucifer, talkin' to you in your sleep?
Tellin' you, to join a devilish clan called "Six Feet Deep"?
Or since it's jealousy, some motherfuckers aren't me
Because my tracks are bumpin' hard and there's would never be
Sometimes I think if I was bailed out, even locked in jail
There still would be no way, a nigga could escape from hell
So to you jealous motherfuckers, that be tryna' bar
Bow down to Juicy J, bitch, and a suck a mean one
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