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100% Juice! Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Juice!
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Samuel Wesbee




Big Juice! - 100% Juice! Lyrics




Spanish mami's do it harder
And she dance Bachata
Uh huh
Expensive taste so you know she gotta rock designer
That Gucci, Louis, that Fendi
Of course she got that Prada
Got niggas lined up too
They be tryna holler
Bust down on the wrist
No talking Thotiana
Disrespect the homies
Now we got some problemianas
Four five leave you frozen
Elsa's sister Anna
Choppa on me
I don't miss
Ima top shotta
Been in this complex my whole life
It's not nice
Niggas tryna ball
Get shot up
Broad daylight
Fist fights
Every damn day there was a big fight
Always staying calm but trust me nigga
My hands right
Surrounded by niggas with no lives
Or drive left
Ball was my relief
I fake right and drive left
Adversity facing me
I hit it with two steps
Copped a new whip
Now I barely take two steps

Bitches hit my line
I'm Grande
Thank you next
Bands coming soon
Y'all just gotta give me the blue check
What you know about coming from the struggle
What you know about being a diamond
Barely found in the rubble
What you know about being black
And doubted like ya whole life
Rookie debut
I ball nigga it's my night
RIP to Kobe bitch I'm scoring
Dropping eighty one
Hesi tween cross
To the lane screaming
And one
Legends never die
Death still makes you cry
I'll see you later but I want you around in my life
Not just eternity
Brothers forever that's a fraternity
Keep talking shit
I'll make ya girl leave
Maternity
Testing me
Why the f*ck these niggas keep testing me
Word to MA
I keep a hitter to the left of me dawg

I'm switching plays like an audible dawg
Send my goons to cut tongues
Now you inaudible dawg
Could've passed to the endzone
That's ya shawty's crib dawg
But I'm with the team
My RB had to get him some yards
Ya dig
Look
I'm loyal to my barber not my bitch though
Got too many hoes
I be keeping on the d low
D-Lo
Ice in my veins
Just like I'm D-Lo
On the field call me Marshawn
Cuz I'm in beast mode

Yeah
You know I turned into a savage
I barely know when it happened
Before they wasn't reacting
But now these niggas reacting
The competition is packing
Cuz on these beats I be spazzing
I just be wilding out
Bad bitch hop in the coupe
And come and gimme mouth
Off top going off
Just like a water spout
Word around town I'm super hot
It's what they talking about
Ya dig
It's what they talking about
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Spanish mami's do it harder
And she dance Bachata
Uh huh
Expensive taste so you know she gotta rock designer
That Gucci, Louis, that Fendi
Of course she got that Prada
Got niggas lined up too
They be tryna holler
Bust down on the wrist
No talking Thotiana
Disrespect the homies
Now we got some problemianas
Four five leave you frozen
Elsa's sister Anna
Choppa on me
I don't miss
Ima top shotta
Been in this complex my whole life
It's not nice
Niggas tryna ball
Get shot up
Broad daylight
Fist fights
Every damn day there was a big fight
Always staying calm but trust me nigga
My hands right
Surrounded by niggas with no lives
Or drive left
Ball was my relief
I fake right and drive left
Adversity facing me
I hit it with two steps
Copped a new whip
Now I barely take two steps

Bitches hit my line
I'm Grande
Thank you next
Bands coming soon
Y'all just gotta give me the blue check
What you know about coming from the struggle
What you know about being a diamond
Barely found in the rubble
What you know about being black
And doubted like ya whole life
Rookie debut
I ball nigga it's my night
RIP to Kobe bitch I'm scoring
Dropping eighty one
Hesi tween cross
To the lane screaming
And one
Legends never die
Death still makes you cry
I'll see you later but I want you around in my life
Not just eternity
Brothers forever that's a fraternity
Keep talking shit
I'll make ya girl leave
Maternity
Testing me
Why the f*ck these niggas keep testing me
Word to MA
I keep a hitter to the left of me dawg

I'm switching plays like an audible dawg
Send my goons to cut tongues
Now you inaudible dawg
Could've passed to the endzone
That's ya shawty's crib dawg
But I'm with the team
My RB had to get him some yards
Ya dig
Look
I'm loyal to my barber not my bitch though
Got too many hoes
I be keeping on the d low
D-Lo
Ice in my veins
Just like I'm D-Lo
On the field call me Marshawn
Cuz I'm in beast mode

Yeah
You know I turned into a savage
I barely know when it happened
Before they wasn't reacting
But now these niggas reacting
The competition is packing
Cuz on these beats I be spazzing
I just be wilding out
Bad bitch hop in the coupe
And come and gimme mouth
Off top going off
Just like a water spout
Word around town I'm super hot
It's what they talking about
Ya dig
It's what they talking about
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Writer: Samuel Wesbee
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