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Juggin’ Lyrics[Intro: ABGR Lil Cory]
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Trap
[Chorus: Fatt Macc]
Bitch, I ran me up a hundred thousand way 'fore I had a plug (Yeah, on God)
Took a trip to Cali' a couple times, that shit had turnt me up (To Cali')
I sell these exotic bags for eleven, you won't sell enough (Nuh-uh)
Niggas turned to haters overnight 'cause they wanna be us
Wake up and I'm juggin' (Yeah), on OT, but I'm juggin' (On God)
Got ice up on my neck and on my wrist (Yeah), that came from juggin' (Jugg)
That FI80 fresh up off the lot, that came from juggin' (Jugg)
She know who I was, but she gon' fuck, she know I'm juggin' (Yeah, on God)
[Verse 1: ABGR Lil Cory]
Yeah, she go put that pussy on the kid 'cause she know I'm piped up
Coke boy, trap star, madе a livin' off of Bubba
Feel like I struck gold (Gold) I found the plug, turned thе team on
Two hundred Bubba on this load, mine real strong, lil' nigga
I just got some bitches in and they gone, I'm a big flipper
I can't leave the trap alone, who said trappin' dead?
Phones blowin' up, doin' numbers, I really get it on
I'm the type of nigga throw you somethin', I'll put you on
[Chorus: Fatt Macc]
Bitch, I ran me up a hundred thousand way 'fore I had a plug (Yeah, on God)
Took a trip to Cali' a couple times, that shit had turnt me up (To Cali')
I sell these exotic bags for eleven, you won't sell enough (Nuh-uh)
Niggas turned to haters overnight 'cause they wanna be us
Wake up and I'm juggin' (Yeah), on OT, but I'm juggin' (On God)
Got ice up on my neck and on my wrist (Yeah), that came from juggin' (Jugg)
That FI80 fresh up off the lot, that came from juggin' (Jugg)
She know who I was, but she gon' fuck, she know I'm juggin' (Yeah, on God)
[Verse 2: Fatt Macc]
Ran through like a hundred of 'em, yesterday, I made a dub (On God)
Trap house smell like under arm, keep it real, might find a plug (You bluffin')
Yeah, I just flew the sack, drove to Chico tryna find a drug (Drive to Mexico)
Took a couple shots with the 'Migo, then he turned me up (On God)
[Chorus: Fatt Macc]
Bitch, I ran me up a hundred thousand way 'fore I had a plug (Yeah, yeah, on God)
Took a trip to Cali' a couple times, that shit had turnt me up (To Cali')
I sell these exotic bags for eleven, you won't sell enough (Nuh-uh)
Niggas turned to haters overnight 'cause they wanna be us
Wake up and I'm juggin' (Yeah), on OT, but I'm juggin' (On God)
Got ice up on my neck and on my wrist (Yeah), that came from juggin' (Jugg)
That FI80 fresh up off the lot, that came from juggin' (Jugg)
She know who I was, but she gon' fuck, she know I'm juggin' (Yeah, on God)
[Outro]
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