Juice by Eff Raps. Lyrics

I’m at the top of the W
With my WCW
Can’t lie I can’t get enough of you
She be like I wanna double you

Top floor got a stunning view
We be so high we ain’t bunning zoots
My girl having mummy thoughts
What is this coming to

I got the juice I got the juice, they be like eff man they’re loving you
Oh yeah? I got another tune
I got that tune and another two
I like my payments in cheques
I do not play with the dead
So please do not pay me in sets
Pay it in full, pay me respect

I’ve been the chef in the back
Picking the best of the batch
They left the best in the back
I think they're way too attached
That ain’t no way to attack
I don’t like waiting for crap
If you ain’t got it don’t drop it
Ain’t been around ain’t lost it

I got them shaking
Different sauce different sauce
I’m like sauce dipped in sauce
Sound like way too much sauce

I ain’t out doing rounds
I got fam to make proud
I got lost to get found
I got time to get crowned

Got the sound got the sound
I don’t jump on the wave
They love jump on my wave
I just jump off and wave

Got no time to throw shade
But I got shade upon shade
I got page upon pages
Better mind what you say

I got the juice I got the juice, they be like eff man are sending
Oh yeah? Got a diss track pending?
Mind what you say when you’re venting
Heard a couple flows that I lent him
What you own brudda, what you renting
Kick back do not defend him
You don’t wanna stay for the ending

I got money on my hard drive
Couple man are running from a star like
Like I ain’t got tunes that you still bang
Rude boy I got money in my archives

Should of never came, would have never saw
A real MC don’t fade
A real MC won’t change
Your fans screaming we want change

They want change they want change
I’m across the world taking notes
You just fuck with who pays the most
Sell your soul make a toast

Please don’t smile in my face
This ain’t back in those days
Don’t reply don’t be brave
I got eyes for your grave
I got friends I call family
I got friends who can’t stand me
I got Ray I got Brandy
I got shrimp and some scampi

I don’t dine with no fakes
I don’t ride with no brakes
I got baby on speed dial
Might go out of town for some dates


I got the juice I got juice, they be like eff man you’re bad mind
Killing off the game with your hands tied
Lick a man down by a landslide
I’ve been going in, I’ve been going in
You ain’t gotta tell me it’s all good
Got a bad pic and a bad
I figured you could tell that it’s all good

I’ll be at the top of your best list
You’ll be at the top where we exit
There ain’t enough change to correct this
I ain’t got space on the guestlist

I’ve been going hard for a reason
You’ve been going hard for a season
Want more like I ain’t eaten
What more can a man do to believe him

I got the juice I got juice!