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Just Juice - Smoke Lyrics

Damn
Backwood smoke got a nigga float, huh
Ayy, thanks, foe
You know what I'm sayin', foe, I say
Backwood smoke make a nigga float (Woo)
Good trash talk get a nigga smoked (Woo)
I bought my first gun with an extendo (Woo, yeah)
You'll be fucked up if I let it go (Woo)
Yeah, I keep it tucked like a cell phone (Woo), like a cell phone (Woo)
Heard you need them bales, ho (Woo), hit my cell phone (Woo)
I'm too high to FaceTime (Woo), fuck my cell phone (Woo)
All I do is waste time (Woo), on my cell phone (Woo)

Your bitch all on my line (Woo), yeah, my cell phone (Woo)
I travel through her mind (Woo), via cell phone (Woo)
Niggas threatenin' my life (Woo), via cell phone (Woo)
That ain't beef, ho (Woo), you look like a vegan, ho (Woo)
Fuck her, we don't speak no more
Don't go to church, can't preach no more
I put a ring around her throat
So that lil' slut don't leave no more
I can't sip no lean no more
Still gon' sip some lean some more
Mix it with that Perky and that Henny
I'm unconscious

Backwood smoke make a nigga float (Woo)
Good trash talk get a nigga smoked (Woo)
I bought my first gun with an extendo (Woo, yeah)
You'll be fucked up if I let it go (Woo)
Yeah, I keep it tucked like a cell phone (Woo), like a cell phone (Woo)
Heard you need them bales, ho (Woo), hit my cell phone (Woo)
I'm too high to FaceTime (Woo), fuck my cell phone (Woo)
All I do is waste time (Woo), on my cell phone (Woo)

I ride Forgiatos, them stop and gos
Hermès joggers, two thousand year olds
That ain't your two door, you got it off Turro
My Latino bitch cook cinnamon churros
My marble floors glossy, it look like a mural
My spot automated, I talk to Alexa
Not really a foreign if it is a Lexus
Got a brunette, she go to Loyola
Toyota pickup, a Tacoma model
I one way to New York to rub on a model
I had a bitch spun like John Leguizamo
Got art on my wall, but not by Picasso
Two custom pieces I got from Art Basel
I travel, no luggage, I'm savin' the hassle
I eat at Spondivits, that shit like White Castle
Got rips in my Balmains, I lock up the racks in 'em

Backwood smoke make a nigga float (Woo)
Good trash talk get a nigga smoked (Woo)
I bought my first gun with an extendo (Woo, yeah)
You'll be fucked up if I let it go (Woo)
Yeah, I keep it tucked like a cell phone (Woo), like a cell phone (Woo)
Heard you need them bales, ho (Woo), hit my cell phone (Woo)
I'm too high to FaceTime (Woo), fuck my cell phone (Woo)
All I do is waste time (Woo), on my cell phone (Woo)