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Juicy J - Neighbor Lyrics



Juicy J - Neighbor Lyrics
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[ Featuring Travis Scott ]

Shut the f*ck up!
Yeah mane
We still gettin' this paper
Buddah Bless this beat

Jump to a check, aw, hit it in cash, hit it n' dash (yeah, yeah)
Flash, she a dancer (flash, she a dancer)
Stack it and fold em' (stack it and fold!)
Forty-two acres (oh yeah)
F*ck on my neighbor (uh)
Told her don't say shit (say, say, say)
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Dawg I'm stuck (yeah)
Feel no drugs (yeah)
That's my love in a cup (yeah)
Keep it short (yeah, yeah)
Got the dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah)

Really off balance, heard they got talent (uh)
Really ecstatic, moonwalkin' backwards (uh)
Plane it got wood floors on the cabinet
Hit the flight attendant, diamond status
Keep a actress on the addicts daily
Looking like Boogie Nights in the 80's, aye

Jump to a check, aw, hit it in cash (yeah ho!)
Hit it n' dash (yeah ho!)
Flash, she a dancer (yeah ho!)
Stack it and fold em' (yeah ho!)
Forty-two acres (yeah ho! Uh huh)
F*ck on my neighbor (yeah ho!)
Told her don't say shit (yeah ho!)
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (yeah ho!)
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Dawg I'm stuck (yeah)
Feel no drugs (yeah)
That's my love in a cup (yeah)
Keep it short (yeah, yeah)
Got the dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah)

I go live like Kodak (like Kodak)
Niggas keep dyin', f*ck Xanax (f*ck that)
I kill shit, what's next? (What's next?)
Nick can't stop my flex (can't stop that)
Stripper put it on her chest (right there)
She even want no check (no check)
Got Carti' on me like Offset (Offset)
Ain't even gotta rap, nigga, I'm set
Get to a check (yeah, yeah)
I ain't even cash (ain't even cash)
Fresh to death lookin' like I stepped up out a casket (out a casket)
I'm gon take my shot, you gon' pass it (you gon' pass)
My bitch classy and she look just like Cassie
But she nasty
I'm f*cked up, stuck
Still fill up a cup
Woke up like, "What the f*ck is up?"
Let's turn up (yeah)
F*ck a buzz, yeah, I need drugs, let's turn up, yeah
Keep a torch, yeah
I'm a dog you a mutt, yeah

Jump to a check, aw, hit it in cash
Hit it n' dash (yeah, yeah)
Flash, she a dancer (woo)
Stack it and fold em' (uh, uh)
Forty-two acres (uh, okay)
F*ck on my neighbor (yeah, okay)
Told her don't say shit (damn, uh)
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Dawg I'm stuck (yeah)
Feel no drugs (yeah)
That's my love in a cup (yeah)
Keep it short (yeah)
Got the dawgs in the cut (yeah)
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Shut the f*ck up!
Yeah mane
We still gettin' this paper
Buddah Bless this beat

Jump to a check, aw, hit it in cash, hit it n' dash (yeah, yeah)
Flash, she a dancer (flash, she a dancer)
Stack it and fold em' (stack it and fold!)
Forty-two acres (oh yeah)
F*ck on my neighbor (uh)
Told her don't say shit (say, say, say)
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Dawg I'm stuck (yeah)
Feel no drugs (yeah)
That's my love in a cup (yeah)
Keep it short (yeah, yeah)
Got the dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah)

Really off balance, heard they got talent (uh)
Really ecstatic, moonwalkin' backwards (uh)
Plane it got wood floors on the cabinet
Hit the flight attendant, diamond status
Keep a actress on the addicts daily
Looking like Boogie Nights in the 80's, aye

Jump to a check, aw, hit it in cash (yeah ho!)
Hit it n' dash (yeah ho!)
Flash, she a dancer (yeah ho!)
Stack it and fold em' (yeah ho!)
Forty-two acres (yeah ho! Uh huh)
F*ck on my neighbor (yeah ho!)
Told her don't say shit (yeah ho!)
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (yeah ho!)
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Dawg I'm stuck (yeah)
Feel no drugs (yeah)
That's my love in a cup (yeah)
Keep it short (yeah, yeah)
Got the dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah)

I go live like Kodak (like Kodak)
Niggas keep dyin', f*ck Xanax (f*ck that)
I kill shit, what's next? (What's next?)
Nick can't stop my flex (can't stop that)
Stripper put it on her chest (right there)
She even want no check (no check)
Got Carti' on me like Offset (Offset)
Ain't even gotta rap, nigga, I'm set
Get to a check (yeah, yeah)
I ain't even cash (ain't even cash)
Fresh to death lookin' like I stepped up out a casket (out a casket)
I'm gon take my shot, you gon' pass it (you gon' pass)
My bitch classy and she look just like Cassie
But she nasty
I'm f*cked up, stuck
Still fill up a cup
Woke up like, "What the f*ck is up?"
Let's turn up (yeah)
F*ck a buzz, yeah, I need drugs, let's turn up, yeah
Keep a torch, yeah
I'm a dog you a mutt, yeah

Jump to a check, aw, hit it in cash
Hit it n' dash (yeah, yeah)
Flash, she a dancer (woo)
Stack it and fold em' (uh, uh)
Forty-two acres (uh, okay)
F*ck on my neighbor (yeah, okay)
Told her don't say shit (damn, uh)
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Dawg I'm stuck (yeah)
Feel no drugs (yeah)
That's my love in a cup (yeah)
Keep it short (yeah)
Got the dawgs in the cut (yeah)
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Writer: Buddah Bless, Jacques Webster, Jordan Houston, Tyon Douglas Senior
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AMG 4 EVER, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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