Lose It by Iberedem Lyrics
(Hook: Iberedem)
Gimme the juice, gimme the juice, gimme the juice b*tch, gimme the juice
I’m in the booth, I’m in the booth b*tch, gimme the juice
I need to win, I need to win, win, gimme the juice
I need to win, I need to win, win, win, win
Fuck niggas is losing
Hop in the booth, hop in the booth, booth, booth, booth
Yeah, finna go stupid
Jump on a track, jump on a track, track, track, track
I’m ready to lose it
I got a tool and it go pop, pop, pop, pop
Yeah I’m ready to lose it
(Verse 1: Balleh)
Lose? We ain’t ever gonna lose, we getting to choose
Lose? We ain’t ever gonna lose, we hop on the snooze
I hop on this beat I be killing it, niggas who rap they be sick at it
Niggas be chatting they trash, niggas be chatting they cap
None of these niggas know nothing about drip, they be chatting they wazz
All of they dressing they looking so fuck’ in and out sick, I be lighting the gas
All my bitches be shaking their ass
We spraying these bands, they like how we act
Hundred of stacks in my hands, these bitches be loving we spraying these bands
(Hook: Iberedem)
Gimme the juice, gimme the juice, gimme the juice b*tch, gimme the juice
I’m in the booth, I’m in the booth b*tch, gimme the juice
I need to win, I need to win, win, gimme the juice
I need to win, I need to win, win, win, win
Fuck niggas is losing
Hop in the booth, hop in the booth, booth, booth, booth
Yeah, finna go stupid
Jump on a track, jump on a track, track, track, track
I’m ready to lose it
I got a tool and it go pop, pop, pop, pop
Yeah I’m ready to lose it
(Verse 2: Apazon)
I’m ready to lose it, I’m ready to lose it
Ready to lose it yeah
You cannot do it like me, I do not do this for free
Don’t make a sound if I come around you know I’m clapping them cheeks
All of my niggas gon eat, talking that cheddar cheese
I’m too sick might sneeze, gotta phone home E.T
He on that gas can you feel the breeze, think you owe the world a couple hundred trees
This shit is serious I’m bout my P’s
So no second chances, ain’t no please
You ain’t got no cheese like you lactose intolerant
Show me a nigga that I am not hotter than
Uh yeah, I cannot move
You can not moonwalk a mile in my shoes
(Verse 3: Iberedem)
You cannot moonwalk a mile in my shoes
You cannot walk just a mile in my feet
Look at your girl, she looking at me
I’m looking at her, I just wanna beat
So maybe I do it
I take her to my hotel room, she was on it but biting and chewing
Ouch bitch, ow bitch, ouch, get out b*tch
Okay, after the head it’s some robbery shit
I can’t be caught with no ordinary b*tch
Pull out the wallet and take all her money
Oh, you thought you was getting this dick?
Oh no like nah, nah, nah, nah
You in the ghetto like (ratatata) ratatata
(Hook: Iberedem)
Gimme the juice, gimme the juice, gimme the juice b*tch, gimme the juice
I’m in the booth, I’m in the booth b*tch, gimme the juice
I need to win, I need to win, win, gimme the juice
I need to win, I need to win, win, win, win
Fuck niggas is losing
Hop in the booth, hop in the booth, booth, booth, booth
Yeah, finna go stupid
Jump on a track, jump on a track, track, track, track
I’m ready to lose it
I got a tool and it go pop, pop, pop, pop
Yeah I’m ready to lose it
Gimme the juice, gimme the juice, gimme the juice b*tch, gimme the juice
I’m in the booth, I’m in the booth b*tch, gimme the juice
I need to win, I need to win, win, gimme the juice
I need to win, I need to win, win, win, win
Fuck niggas is losing
Hop in the booth, hop in the booth, booth, booth, booth
Yeah, finna go stupid
Jump on a track, jump on a track, track, track, track
I’m ready to lose it
I got a tool and it go pop, pop, pop, pop
Yeah I’m ready to lose it
(Verse 1: Balleh)
Lose? We ain’t ever gonna lose, we getting to choose
Lose? We ain’t ever gonna lose, we hop on the snooze
I hop on this beat I be killing it, niggas who rap they be sick at it
Niggas be chatting they trash, niggas be chatting they cap
None of these niggas know nothing about drip, they be chatting they wazz
All of they dressing they looking so fuck’ in and out sick, I be lighting the gas
All my bitches be shaking their ass
We spraying these bands, they like how we act
Hundred of stacks in my hands, these bitches be loving we spraying these bands
(Hook: Iberedem)
Gimme the juice, gimme the juice, gimme the juice b*tch, gimme the juice
I’m in the booth, I’m in the booth b*tch, gimme the juice
I need to win, I need to win, win, gimme the juice
I need to win, I need to win, win, win, win
Fuck niggas is losing
Hop in the booth, hop in the booth, booth, booth, booth
Yeah, finna go stupid
Jump on a track, jump on a track, track, track, track
I’m ready to lose it
I got a tool and it go pop, pop, pop, pop
Yeah I’m ready to lose it
(Verse 2: Apazon)
I’m ready to lose it, I’m ready to lose it
Ready to lose it yeah
You cannot do it like me, I do not do this for free
Don’t make a sound if I come around you know I’m clapping them cheeks
All of my niggas gon eat, talking that cheddar cheese
I’m too sick might sneeze, gotta phone home E.T
He on that gas can you feel the breeze, think you owe the world a couple hundred trees
This shit is serious I’m bout my P’s
So no second chances, ain’t no please
You ain’t got no cheese like you lactose intolerant
Show me a nigga that I am not hotter than
Uh yeah, I cannot move
You can not moonwalk a mile in my shoes
(Verse 3: Iberedem)
You cannot moonwalk a mile in my shoes
You cannot walk just a mile in my feet
Look at your girl, she looking at me
I’m looking at her, I just wanna beat
So maybe I do it
I take her to my hotel room, she was on it but biting and chewing
Ouch bitch, ow bitch, ouch, get out b*tch
Okay, after the head it’s some robbery shit
I can’t be caught with no ordinary b*tch
Pull out the wallet and take all her money
Oh, you thought you was getting this dick?
Oh no like nah, nah, nah, nah
You in the ghetto like (ratatata) ratatata
(Hook: Iberedem)
Gimme the juice, gimme the juice, gimme the juice b*tch, gimme the juice
I’m in the booth, I’m in the booth b*tch, gimme the juice
I need to win, I need to win, win, gimme the juice
I need to win, I need to win, win, win, win
Fuck niggas is losing
Hop in the booth, hop in the booth, booth, booth, booth
Yeah, finna go stupid
Jump on a track, jump on a track, track, track, track
I’m ready to lose it
I got a tool and it go pop, pop, pop, pop
Yeah I’m ready to lose it