Get the flaming hot Cheetos
A 40 out the fridge yeah we need those
Sour patch thru the aisle stashed in my pants
My ninjas got that habit
They want something and grab it
Sticky fingers 5 finger discount
Cause they gotta have it
A stick up we could have the register
In a hiccup
Shut up nigga what you talking
All that non-sense what you blabbing?
Man I'm just saying we walk in spraying
And you couldn't quit delaying
The purchase of that gold chain
That you been saying you want
But never would I sell my soul for gold
What does my soul have to do with this stop -n- go
A couple dollars in my pocket
Put the barrel in your eye socket
Open the register drop the shotgun
Don't move one hesitation and I shoot
Your life is worth more than
This liquor stores profit
Masks, burners and some clips, money, candy and chips
Red substance falling thru tile cracks
Bang bang drip
Yelling put the cheddar in the bag
Slang slang crip
Blood blood bitch
Precautions just before we ditch
Rip the phone cord out the wall
Give me your cell and Wallet
Winsdale avenue 21st street
Ronald Wallace
2 daughters a boy and wife
Do you love your life?
Keep quite
Or someone will drop by
Uninvited
A loud sir wakes me up
Cause for some reason
At the counter
Waiting to pay I drifted of day
Dreaming
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
Always wandering without an alibi
Virgen Mary, Buddha, Ala gods
Hella drugs
Cups full of alcohol
Fast food signs reflecting on
The car glass, lights pass
Feeling like I might pass out in the
Backseat
We stop to eat
Give me a number three, fries iced tea
You got some salt
I like my fries salty
Register opens up to charge
Click click caching
Homie whips out
The biggest revolver that I've seen
Give me the money
Where the tapes where the cameras at?
I'll follow I bet they must be with
The vault in the back
Press the barrel until I feel all the bones in your back
Nothing funny just want the money you know better than that
Past the fryer, assembly aisle
And the dish wash dryer
Put the code give me the doe
Yo and I won't fire
A loud sir wakes me up
Cause for some reason
At the counter
Waiting to pay I drifted of day
Dreaming
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
Joshua Torres - Juice Lyrics
Joshua Torres - Juice Lyrics
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Get the flaming hot Cheetos
A 40 out the fridge yeah we need those
Sour patch thru the aisle stashed in my pants
My ninjas got that habit
They want something and grab it
Sticky fingers 5 finger discount
Cause they gotta have it
A stick up we could have the register
In a hiccup
Shut up nigga what you talking
All that non-sense what you blabbing?
Man I'm just saying we walk in spraying
And you couldn't quit delaying
The purchase of that gold chain
That you been saying you want
But never would I sell my soul for gold
What does my soul have to do with this stop -n- go
A couple dollars in my pocket
Put the barrel in your eye socket
Open the register drop the shotgun
Don't move one hesitation and I shoot
Your life is worth more than
This liquor stores profit
Masks, burners and some clips, money, candy and chips
Red substance falling thru tile cracks
Bang bang drip
Yelling put the cheddar in the bag
Slang slang crip
Blood blood bitch
Precautions just before we ditch
Rip the phone cord out the wall
Give me your cell and Wallet
Winsdale avenue 21st street
Ronald Wallace
2 daughters a boy and wife
Do you love your life?
Keep quite
Or someone will drop by
Uninvited
A loud sir wakes me up
Cause for some reason
At the counter
Waiting to pay I drifted of day
Dreaming
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
Always wandering without an alibi
Virgen Mary, Buddha, Ala gods
Hella drugs
Cups full of alcohol
Fast food signs reflecting on
The car glass, lights pass
Feeling like I might pass out in the
Backseat
We stop to eat
Give me a number three, fries iced tea
You got some salt
I like my fries salty
Register opens up to charge
Click click caching
Homie whips out
The biggest revolver that I've seen
Give me the money
Where the tapes where the cameras at?
I'll follow I bet they must be with
The vault in the back
Press the barrel until I feel all the bones in your back
Nothing funny just want the money you know better than that
Past the fryer, assembly aisle
And the dish wash dryer
Put the code give me the doe
Yo and I won't fire
A loud sir wakes me up
Cause for some reason
At the counter
Waiting to pay I drifted of day
Dreaming
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
A 40 out the fridge yeah we need those
Sour patch thru the aisle stashed in my pants
My ninjas got that habit
They want something and grab it
Sticky fingers 5 finger discount
Cause they gotta have it
A stick up we could have the register
In a hiccup
Shut up nigga what you talking
All that non-sense what you blabbing?
Man I'm just saying we walk in spraying
And you couldn't quit delaying
The purchase of that gold chain
That you been saying you want
But never would I sell my soul for gold
What does my soul have to do with this stop -n- go
A couple dollars in my pocket
Put the barrel in your eye socket
Open the register drop the shotgun
Don't move one hesitation and I shoot
Your life is worth more than
This liquor stores profit
Masks, burners and some clips, money, candy and chips
Red substance falling thru tile cracks
Bang bang drip
Yelling put the cheddar in the bag
Slang slang crip
Blood blood bitch
Precautions just before we ditch
Rip the phone cord out the wall
Give me your cell and Wallet
Winsdale avenue 21st street
Ronald Wallace
2 daughters a boy and wife
Do you love your life?
Keep quite
Or someone will drop by
Uninvited
A loud sir wakes me up
Cause for some reason
At the counter
Waiting to pay I drifted of day
Dreaming
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
Always wandering without an alibi
Virgen Mary, Buddha, Ala gods
Hella drugs
Cups full of alcohol
Fast food signs reflecting on
The car glass, lights pass
Feeling like I might pass out in the
Backseat
We stop to eat
Give me a number three, fries iced tea
You got some salt
I like my fries salty
Register opens up to charge
Click click caching
Homie whips out
The biggest revolver that I've seen
Give me the money
Where the tapes where the cameras at?
I'll follow I bet they must be with
The vault in the back
Press the barrel until I feel all the bones in your back
Nothing funny just want the money you know better than that
Past the fryer, assembly aisle
And the dish wash dryer
Put the code give me the doe
Yo and I won't fire
A loud sir wakes me up
Cause for some reason
At the counter
Waiting to pay I drifted of day
Dreaming
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
So do you want the juice?
Writer: Joshua Torres
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