Juicy J - DATZ WHAT IT IZ Lyrics

Pickin' up the bags
I was five hundred short
Nigga stole from me
Where that nigga live?
Where his momma at?
He got kids?
Run up on the block, wap
Don't nobody live

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I ain't cool with you niggas
I was true to you niggas
You ain't tryin to get richer
You spend way too much on these bitches
I ain't got time for you niggas
You done crossed a line with me nigga
Not one time, two times, four times with me nigga
When I'm working hard, hood nigga
Buying out corporate companies
Nonprofit, cleaning money
Kids to school, learning subjects
Signing deals, my niggas eating
Putting on Memphis, Tenne'
Puttin' trust in niggas I call my brother

Up and call a nigga like I got a drop on 'em, I ain't stoppin' 'em
How you want 'em? Dead or alive, hog-tied?
Burned alive, still breathin', dead inside?
Do you want him to survive? F*ck this guy
Drown his ass in the Mississippi
Remind me to send flowers to his wifey
And get some new Jordans for his son Kenny
I'm in the skybox, watching the Grizzlies

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I ain't cool with you bitches
I was true to you bitches
You ain't tryin to get richer
You still f*ck around with broke niggas
I ain't got time for you woman
You done crossed a line with me, thotty
Not ten bands, twenty bands, sixty bands on that pussy

Since we f*cked, you learned the business, want some money
Blackmail, half the company
Want the life, private jet, fine friends
Instagram keeps you company
Hostin' parties, thirsty niggas, touchin' on you
TMZ got the coverage
Drunk as f*ck, you called my mama talkin' shit
Now she got to cut you
Patrick called me like cut that bitch off
I canceled the cost, canceled the whip
Go live with yo' momma, return the diamonds
I'll save 'em for a better bitch, stop all that cryin'
You will never find a better dick
Woulda put a ring on that pretty finger
But you was busy, tryna f*ck another nigga
They foreclosed your crib, I bought that shit
You can't have that back, I'm in a Barcelona villa tryna take a nap

Pickin' up the bags
I was five hundred short
Nigga stole from me
Where that nigga live?
Where his momma at?
He got kids?
Run up on the block, wap
Don't nobody live

That what it is (that what it is)
That what it is (that what it is)
That what it is (that what it is)
That what it is (that what it is)
That what it is (that what it is)
That what it is (that what it is)
That what it is (that what it is)
That what it is