B.o.B, Lin-Z, Jake Lambo - Juice & Gin lyrics
[B.o.B, Lin-Z, Jake Lambo - Juice & Gin lyrics]
Well they say nothing is forever
Well fuck what they say I
Been waiting for forever
They steal the flow cause they
Can't think of nothing clever
I picture me on top
I couldn't paint it any better
No Genre bitch, I couldn't say it any clearer
This a brand new era make another error
See the face of terror
Bad news and I hate to be the bearer 9
11 and I ain't talking Panamera
Ease up, east side easel
Even if up was your kids
You still couldn't keep up
I see the competition
They get ate her finger licking
No wonder I'm a pothead I
Was always in the kitchen
Trying to whip up decent music
Give the people what they missin'
Now throw this shit and
Crack the system bitch
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice
Faded (Bobby got the indo do, got the indo)
I'm rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice
Faded (Bobby got the indo do, got the indo)
See I got weed in my lungs
And the world in my palm
I get stoned like a fossil and
That's word to my ma'
Just splittin' swisher's like surgeons
While I ride with my niggas
The car look like a sauna
I hope the cops never get us
Get some liquor man fuck it
I only drink on occasions
But why I'm drinking I'm faded
The peer pressure I hate it
Debated it then I took a swig
Of some gin that we had
I don't like drinking but really
I wasn't feeling too bad now I'm just
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice
Faded (Bobby got the indo do, got the indo)
I'm rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice faded
Bobby got the indo london out the window
Jake whip in the lambo
While Jaque make the beat go
Got my mind on my money and
My money on my mind
Rollin' wit' a dot, only feed her wine
Don't got the time, VIP no lyin'
And my swag is off the
Hizzel fo' Shizzel for nizzel
That's word to my nizzel Snoop Dizzel
Got them curls for the girls: miss frizzle
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice faded, faded
I'm rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice faded, faded
You see nothing is forever
Well fuck what they say I
Been waiting for forever
They steal the flow cause they
Can't think of nothing clever
I picture me on top
I couldn't paint it any better
No Genre bitch (I couldn't say it any clearer
This a brand new era, this a brand new era
Say it any clearer, this a brand new era)
Well fuck what they say I
Been waiting for forever
They steal the flow cause they
Can't think of nothing clever
I picture me on top
I couldn't paint it any better
No Genre bitch, I couldn't say it any clearer
This a brand new era make another error
See the face of terror
Bad news and I hate to be the bearer 9
11 and I ain't talking Panamera
Ease up, east side easel
Even if up was your kids
You still couldn't keep up
I see the competition
They get ate her finger licking
No wonder I'm a pothead I
Was always in the kitchen
Trying to whip up decent music
Give the people what they missin'
Now throw this shit and
Crack the system bitch
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice
Faded (Bobby got the indo do, got the indo)
I'm rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice
Faded (Bobby got the indo do, got the indo)
See I got weed in my lungs
And the world in my palm
I get stoned like a fossil and
That's word to my ma'
Just splittin' swisher's like surgeons
While I ride with my niggas
The car look like a sauna
I hope the cops never get us
Get some liquor man fuck it
I only drink on occasions
But why I'm drinking I'm faded
The peer pressure I hate it
Debated it then I took a swig
Of some gin that we had
I don't like drinking but really
I wasn't feeling too bad now I'm just
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice
Faded (Bobby got the indo do, got the indo)
I'm rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice faded
Bobby got the indo london out the window
Jake whip in the lambo
While Jaque make the beat go
Got my mind on my money and
My money on my mind
Rollin' wit' a dot, only feed her wine
Don't got the time, VIP no lyin'
And my swag is off the
Hizzel fo' Shizzel for nizzel
That's word to my nizzel Snoop Dizzel
Got them curls for the girls: miss frizzle
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice faded, faded
I'm rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice faded, faded
You see nothing is forever
Well fuck what they say I
Been waiting for forever
They steal the flow cause they
Can't think of nothing clever
I picture me on top
I couldn't paint it any better
No Genre bitch (I couldn't say it any clearer
This a brand new era, this a brand new era
Say it any clearer, this a brand new era)