
Bang OJ da Juiceman (Ft. Yung Tank)
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[Intro: OJ Da Juiceman]
Just another day on the Bouldercrest turf
Just around the corner, young nigga got murked
Talking all that shit, now his face is on a shirt
If you run up on me wrong, I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk
[Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman]
Just another day on the Bouldercrest turf
Just around the corner, young nigga got murked
Talking all that shit, now his face is on a shirt
If you run up on me wrong, I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk
Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk
Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk, nigga
[Verse 1: OJ Da Juiceman]
Time to do a drill, I don't need no pill
All a nigga need stolen car and some shells
Dancing with the Devil, 'bout to send your ass to hell
Glock 27, long extendo for my clip
Bandana and a donkey, Cinnabon drum for my stick
When that skrrt hit the corner, boy I'm down with the shit
When that windows come down, left his pants full of shit
Now his momma wanna cry 'cause she raised a li'l bitch
Put that nigga on a shirt, may that pussy rest in piss
While I'm still getting money out here flipping these bricks
Blowing gas in the kitchen while I activate my wrist (Gas)
Drinking up the lean, pouring up the Actavis (Aye!)
Just another day on the Bouldercrest turf
Just around the corner, young nigga got murked
Talking all that shit, now his face is on a shirt
If you run up on me wrong, I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk
[Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman]
Just another day on the Bouldercrest turf
Just around the corner, young nigga got murked
Talking all that shit, now his face is on a shirt
If you run up on me wrong, I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk
Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk
Bang (6x), I'ma shoot you like I'm Dirk, nigga
[Verse 1: OJ Da Juiceman]
Time to do a drill, I don't need no pill
All a nigga need stolen car and some shells
Dancing with the Devil, 'bout to send your ass to hell
Glock 27, long extendo for my clip
Bandana and a donkey, Cinnabon drum for my stick
When that skrrt hit the corner, boy I'm down with the shit
When that windows come down, left his pants full of shit
Now his momma wanna cry 'cause she raised a li'l bitch
Put that nigga on a shirt, may that pussy rest in piss
While I'm still getting money out here flipping these bricks
Blowing gas in the kitchen while I activate my wrist (Gas)
Drinking up the lean, pouring up the Actavis (Aye!)
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