Lyrics OJ da Juiceman

OJ da Juiceman

Kush Got Me Faded (80)

Kush got me faded, faded

I’m strapped wit nuthin but babies, babies

I’m flyin down 20, 20

Finna make bout 80, 80

A Normal day in da hood Juice smoking Kushy

Trap in da hood and I’m sellin nuthin but deuces

Flyin down 20 wit a trunk full of cookies

A 80 plate joog and I move like Keith Brooking

Riding in da coupe throw deuce and keep looking

Pinky ring stupid and my chain is like a movie

Fo’ stash ? and my orange n black dooley

Pontiac Grand Prix I did for the groupies

Kush on deck, babies on deck

Young Juiceman straight cash no checks

Posted in your hood wit a pot and a scale

Trap going HAM man they had to call twell

Flying down 75 finna make bout 85

Kush got me faded wit 10 bricks on my panther side

Jacob watch, Breitling watch damn look how time fly

Waylon, Pittsburgh damn dats a long ride

Makin plays outta town still sellin cream pie

Project posted all bout dem dead green guys

100’s so long like the hours on Green Mile

? shawty servin nuthin but breakdown

? house and help da Juice get this money pile

5 to 6 cell phones got no cars breakin down

Everyday wit a new bitch dats how I get down

Stupid color chain and my ? Tropicana style

Studio workin, doe fo workin

Right hand good Benz look like Steve Urkle

Chevy sheet tan and its strapped wit nuthin but babies

Rap game easy and da dope game gravy

raised in the A but wasn’t raised at Grady

Trapped at the store and use to eat at Sadie’s

? coulda sworn it was the eighties

Bouldercrest workin and my boat is like the Navy