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Jugg Harden - Truth Lyrics

[Intro]
(Jugg Harden)
(Jerry, what the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Put a Goose on my ho, Moncler on my son
If a nigga sip my cup, he gon' need another lung
She know that out-of-town dick come with good drugs and funds
Throw a nigga parties only time he havin' fun
Make a gangster turn into reverend like he Runs
I'ma buy the booth just to stand in the club
Fuck your '42, I got juice in the club
Sendin' shots to his roof, that's a different type of buzz

[Verse 1]
Treat an opp like a coupe, drop his roof
They ain't gotta book me, bitch, I'm good on Truth
I don't want no molly, want no Xans, I want juice
He a laid-back killer, tough guy like it's Juice
Nigga think they Bishop 'til they hangin' off a roof
Bitch thought she was special 'til I kicked hеr out the coupe
Last thing they hеard, lil' Harden used to hoop
Ain't never met Eminem, but, nigga, I'm the proof
When the switch on the Glocky, I swear it hit different
I get my lick back on niggas, I don't lick bitches
You sippin' Trish or Thomas, nigga? It's a big difference
That bitch cut me off, I tried to stuff a brick in her
You buy pints that ain't sealed
You be fallin' in love with hoes that ain't real
They call you Harden, how you end up in the field?
I take pills for the scars that ain't healed
I want the strongest drugs, I want the darkest mud
We was cool, you an opp now, fuck what we was
Catch a dancin'-ass nigga and shoot up the club
Look up to my lil' niggas, you my grandson
[Chorus]
Put a Goose on my ho, Moncler on my son
If a nigga sip my cup, they gon' need another lung
She know that out-of-town dick come with good drugs and funds
Throw a nigga parties only time he havin' fun
Make a gangster turn into reverend like he Runs
I'ma buy the booth just to stand in the club
Fuck your '42, I got a pint full of mud
Send shots to his roof, that's a different type of buzz

[Verse 2]
Cut the rules off and pull up to his mama house
We gon' make her wish she would've took the condom route
When they post him on the 'Gram, this ain't no shoutin' out
He an internet thug, so we gon' log him out
He don't pop out at night, he heard it's gettin' scary
You be grantin' hoes wishes, you the pussy fairy
I got two hoes with me just like Mary Mary
I be runnin' from her cat just like Tom and Jerry
Hope the opps take a Xan' and have a heart attack
My lil' niggas eatin' Percs like a Smartie pack
When I fuck her from the back, she be fuckin' back
He heard Jugg fucked his bitch, he wanna get the strap
I don't never swallow pride, I put pills on her
I let the chopper do the talkin', it get real vocal
I know how to rerock the pints and put seals on it
I'm the reason your bitch hurt and got a shield on her
[Chorus]
Put a Goose on my ho, Moncler on my son
If a nigga sip my cup, they gon' need another lung
She know that out-of-town dick come with good drugs and funds
Throw a nigga parties only time he havin' fun
Make a gangster turn into reverend like he Runs
I'ma buy the booth just to stand in the club
Fuck your '42, I got a pint full of mud
Send shots to his roof, that's a different type of buzz