CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Chips & Juice
Yeah, groovy
Okay, okay
b*t*h smell like Gucci cologne
We need b*t*h in the after hours
No fatigue, baby, okay
Tell ’em, “Cut the check,” just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down to sleep, pray my forces never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis visor from '08)
Young n***a went from Missouri to bonjour
Think a lot, my Benz, my n***a, whip garbanzo
f**k her in the mornin', I'm Alonzo
Told 'em that I'm goin'
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
Flintstones, all smokin' yabba-dabba-doobies
Had to thank the Lord for another opportunity
I heard she don't want me no more
f**k it, she a tuna fish (More Hennessy)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity (More Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community
I crease her in my forces, but I never crease my Forces
Tell ’em, “Cut the check,” just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down, now leap)
(Pray my forces step 'bout three)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis from 'bout '08)
I like her, she a lil' Chicago
She leper-Kanye
I found her lil' ass in the Tahoe
Struck an ass all day
I pull up "Ooh" in the Bronco
Kush and OJ
And I just did a show in Toronto
Word, Drake
I heard she don't want me no more
f**k it, she a tuna fish (More Hennessy)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity (More Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community
Tell ’em, “Cut the check,” just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down, now leap)
(Pray my forces step 'bout three)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis from 'bout '08)
Okay, okay
b*t*h smell like Gucci cologne
We need b*t*h in the after hours
No fatigue, baby, okay
Tell ’em, “Cut the check,” just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down to sleep, pray my forces never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis visor from '08)
Young n***a went from Missouri to bonjour
Think a lot, my Benz, my n***a, whip garbanzo
f**k her in the mornin', I'm Alonzo
Told 'em that I'm goin'
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
Flintstones, all smokin' yabba-dabba-doobies
Had to thank the Lord for another opportunity
I heard she don't want me no more
f**k it, she a tuna fish (More Hennessy)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity (More Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community
I crease her in my forces, but I never crease my Forces
Tell ’em, “Cut the check,” just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down, now leap)
(Pray my forces step 'bout three)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis from 'bout '08)
I like her, she a lil' Chicago
She leper-Kanye
I found her lil' ass in the Tahoe
Struck an ass all day
I pull up "Ooh" in the Bronco
Kush and OJ
And I just did a show in Toronto
Word, Drake
I heard she don't want me no more
f**k it, she a tuna fish (More Hennessy)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity (More Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community
Tell ’em, “Cut the check,” just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down, now leap)
(Pray my forces step 'bout three)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis from 'bout '08)
