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Dreadful Operator - Juice Lyrics



Dreadful Operator - Juice Lyrics




I came I saw I ripped it I read I white I blew I flipped it
Waved it saved it stripped it juicy fat ass lipped it baby
F U C K what the f*ck I say when I bomb a v I slay
Mutha f*cka touch another of my supper I'm a rough ya
Like none other run for cover cut the catch up wheres the mustard?
Whats the rub? I'm burnin rubber. Wheres the dub? I'm guttin gutters
Get the f*ck up you get done up if I'm sluggin
You get done up when I'm buggin buku bangers why I'm somethin
Spinnin wires leakin volts
Bare bones nuts and bolts
Cold cuts rarely told
Scared souls leave the skulls
Tear lungs from high notes
Stares blunts quips and smoke
Fares open the dome
Gears golden and broke
Fears frozen with hope
Jeers chosen to choke
Cheers floating up slow
Years stacking up whole
Pot soon to explode
Near time to revolt
30 ghost like a colt
H H be the code
Top tier good to go

Juice!
Laughing and chillin f'real man just look at me you can see I can see obviously I got the
Juice
Stand put up ya hands drop it drop it drop it drop it it I got the
Juice
Ain't no f*ckin around we uppin the sound got that bass comin through
I got the juice!

I champion for a pantheon of primal rhyming
Sushi spitters supez the fittest hoopdie whippin mountain climbers
G U T S raw and rest less rip shirt pound chest
King Kong ain't got half a song on my stress
But I'm blessed like the guest I've guessed at the jest
I've lied with the rest but the line of divide lumps my pride with my empathetic side
Worlds collide survive the test
Pain subsides and then reset
Now I detest the deficits
Of shit that leaves me impressed
So now I draw deep the breadth of the blood
Breathing beacons of love
Breeding a sequence of drums
That'll revive the defunct
Come alive with the funk
Throw in 5 and get a lil some
Community pride lion's roar at the sun
Till we etch our nomenclature in the flames of greater sums
And melt glaciers call the floods
Goodness gracious see me stunt
With a cracked tooth and
Fake
Gold
Fronts

Juice!
Laughing and chillin f'real man just look at me you can see I can see obviously I got the
Juice
Stand put up ya hands drop it drop it drop it drop it it I got the
Juice
Ain't no f*ckin around we uppin the sound got that bass comin through
I got the juice!

My sister used to call me doodoo tron
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I came I saw I ripped it I read I white I blew I flipped it
Waved it saved it stripped it juicy fat ass lipped it baby
F U C K what the f*ck I say when I bomb a v I slay
Mutha f*cka touch another of my supper I'm a rough ya
Like none other run for cover cut the catch up wheres the mustard?
Whats the rub? I'm burnin rubber. Wheres the dub? I'm guttin gutters
Get the f*ck up you get done up if I'm sluggin
You get done up when I'm buggin buku bangers why I'm somethin
Spinnin wires leakin volts
Bare bones nuts and bolts
Cold cuts rarely told
Scared souls leave the skulls
Tear lungs from high notes
Stares blunts quips and smoke
Fares open the dome
Gears golden and broke
Fears frozen with hope
Jeers chosen to choke
Cheers floating up slow
Years stacking up whole
Pot soon to explode
Near time to revolt
30 ghost like a colt
H H be the code
Top tier good to go

Juice!
Laughing and chillin f'real man just look at me you can see I can see obviously I got the
Juice
Stand put up ya hands drop it drop it drop it drop it it I got the
Juice
Ain't no f*ckin around we uppin the sound got that bass comin through
I got the juice!

I champion for a pantheon of primal rhyming
Sushi spitters supez the fittest hoopdie whippin mountain climbers
G U T S raw and rest less rip shirt pound chest
King Kong ain't got half a song on my stress
But I'm blessed like the guest I've guessed at the jest
I've lied with the rest but the line of divide lumps my pride with my empathetic side
Worlds collide survive the test
Pain subsides and then reset
Now I detest the deficits
Of shit that leaves me impressed
So now I draw deep the breadth of the blood
Breathing beacons of love
Breeding a sequence of drums
That'll revive the defunct
Come alive with the funk
Throw in 5 and get a lil some
Community pride lion's roar at the sun
Till we etch our nomenclature in the flames of greater sums
And melt glaciers call the floods
Goodness gracious see me stunt
With a cracked tooth and
Fake
Gold
Fronts

Juice!
Laughing and chillin f'real man just look at me you can see I can see obviously I got the
Juice
Stand put up ya hands drop it drop it drop it drop it it I got the
Juice
Ain't no f*ckin around we uppin the sound got that bass comin through
I got the juice!

My sister used to call me doodoo tron
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Writer: Stephen Murphy
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: Dreadful Operator
Length: 4:05
Written by: Stephen Murphy

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