Juice – Tobe Nwigwe lyrics

Lyrics Juice – Tobe Nwigwe

Juice lyrics
It s that Paul Walrus I got a lot of monikers
Fresh from Santa Monica gettin blowed like harmonicas
That smoke got me harmonious I m so gone like Monica
Blowin backwoods only the only papers is Houston Chronicles
A Hall of Fame hustler voted unanimous and anonymous
Buy boys be actin animus cause my presence is rather ominous
Not to mention my pockets are fat as a obese hippopotamus
I avoid hate like obstacles talkin down is so monotonous
Them boys couldn t see me through they oculus with binoculars
I m still the people s champ yeah my pseudonym is synonymous
I like to stack up lots of bucks while you chasin after octopus
I m married to the game so it s easy to be monogamous
I m never fallin off the mere notion is preposterous
Still In my prime like optimus used to pop trunk at Metropolis
The grind is rather arduous but I ain t stoppin til the apocalypse
Cause I do it for my family not the likes nor the followers
Paul Wallaby

On God I got the juuuice
On God I got the juuuice
I got the juuuice like I pushed Bishop off the roof
I-I-I got the juuuice like I pushed Bishop off the roof

I hit up Paul and told him that I want gold in my mouth
So when I speak all day shine off in my teeth light up nouns
That s a person place or thing swear I m diverse in ways I bring
Bales of manna with country grammar sweet as a tangerine
I follow a Nazarene but I still might paint the Hyundai candy
Cause I m modest but be honest I got more sauce than shrimp scampi
I go ape I go chimpanzee on every beat that they hand me
I ve been branded as the man who gon handle my hood advancement
Out the slum I ain t dumb I know you plotters be peepin
But my head down and my arms cover my paper it ain t no cheatin
I m eatin plus I got all the flavor I m lowkey seasoning
Woe are those who willingly done gave their heart to h**s
I was told by the G code that that s fleeting
On God I was broke for over thirty seasons
Now me and Fat in our thirties bout to be in Norway
Like some melinated Norwegians
If a rapper stiff as me he prolly ain t breathing
That s rigor mortis I hope y all absorb this flow gorgeous
How I m teaching versuri-lyrics.info
Flow freezing I m the coldest in my region
Y all decent but if I m critiquing y all feces
It ain t nothing personal lies kill
And if I die tomorrow my wife and my whole hood know I m real

On God I got the juuuice (Too real)
On God I got the juuuice (True and real trill)
I got the juuuice like I pushed Bishop off the roof (They talkin bout? Juiced up)
I-I-I got the juuuice like I pushed Bishop off the roof (Aye juuuiced up got all the juuuice)

I m still breakin boys off from the North to the South
I got gold in my grill I got diamonds in my mouth
I m still breakin boys off from the North to the South
I got gold in my grill I got diamonds in my mouth

No toll tag I still stunt hard on the feeder
With a baby in the backseat and a bad mamacita
Block bleeder stackin Keebler God bless me I m a sneezer
Shakin off haters like seizures countin paper in my leisure
Flow water Aquafina nah I m lyin that s acidic
I spit Fiji but if need be I m a ocean like Pacific
My slab look like an exhibit all the boppers want to visit
My interior s butter biscuits I m the greatest to be specific
Dog that s explicit hella vivid but my flow magic like a wizard
I m with Paul hell all we need is a color-changing lizard
Now hold up Tobe that s expensive that s my brother though no tension
Matter fact go tag Chamillionaire in my mentions let s get ittt

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