Mooley Mike & Juice Esco & MP Tracks - One Day Lyrics

Ooo
Did this shit in One f*cking day dog
That's all we f*cking need I swear
Juice
MP you already know what the f*ck going on
Juice Mooley MP
Tape in one day we gonna f*ck up the street
After this drop we upping the fee
Niggas can play but we playing for keeps
I don't like talking because that shit cheap
Cookies in my backwood this ain't no leaf
Your girl in my face she must want the D
Gotta mouth on her like she do not got no teeth
Give me codeine nigga thats Texas Tea
Watch how I go crazy on my next piece
Cut off the lights and I bet you can see
Bitch ride on that dick like it a ten speed
My neck pieces crazy
Mr. T wit the jewels
If you ain't getting no paper I pity the fool
Get geeked like I'm Screech
All this drip I'm a leak
I'm about stacking my cheese give me the pot I'm a beat it
Mooley get hot like a fever
Lil bitch my glock is a Nina
Niggas be acting like divas
Niggas be Pinky but i am the genius
Water my charm looking like Fiji
My cup be purple ain't nothing like Easter
I slam that pack out like Batista
Snakes on my feet I'm walking on creatures
I paint a perfect picture Mona Lisa
I'm going up on a feature
F*ck a hoe ion need her
I f*cked ya hoe then you eat her
Juice Mooley MP
Tape in one day we gonna f*ck up the street
After this drop we upping the fee
Niggas can play but we playing for keeps
I don't like talking because that shit cheap
Cookies in my backwood this ain't no leaf
Your girl in my face she must want the D
Gotta mouth on her like she do not got no teeth
Give me codeine nigga thats Texas Tea
Watch how I go crazy on my next piece
Cut off the lights and I bet you can see
Bitch ride on that dick like it a ten speed
My neck pieces crazy
Mr. T wit the jewels
If you ain't getting no paper I pity the fool
Band up
I been this way for a long time
Turnt they trap into a gold mine
Can't seen me they going blind
Sent 10k threw the Western Union
Threw a red flag had to send it back
I remember I was selling crack
Short stopping trying to sell a sack yeah
I Do Dis shit for my momma
I do believe in the karma
44 a whole summer
Ridding around with that armor
Paranoid at the red light
Might tap the blunt to get my head right
Keep a loaded pistol walk-in the crib
And I do that shit every night
Juice Mooley MP
Tape in one day we gonna f*ck up the street
After this drop we upping the fee
Niggas can play but we playing for keeps
I don't like talking because that shit cheap
Cookies in my backwood this ain't no leaf
Your girl in my face she must want the D
Gotta mouth on her like she do not got no teeth
Give me codeine nigga thats Texas Tea
Watch how I go crazy on my next piece
Cut off the lights and I bet you can see
Bitch ride on that dick like it a ten speed
My neck pieces crazy
Mr. T wit the jewels
If you ain't getting no paper I pity the fool