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Nark0tik Video (MV)




Performed By: Juice
Length: 2:09
Written by: Amir Abdul-Hakim




Juice - Nark0tik Lyrics




Still ride around wit dat choppa intact
Nigga talk crazy
Get shot in the back
Christian Dior what I got on my back
Bitch she a whore
Giving neck to the strap

Blood on my feet
Had da ice out the teeth
Porsche Carrera
2 tone on the seat
Watch how it ride when I up out da heat
Short wit da temper better watch how u speak

Can't entertain
Less u come for the meat
V Files n NY
On Thursday Supreme
Stay wit the dippers
Got love for da feins
God bless ya heart
While u plot out the schemes

Rick Owen
Memphis
It all was a dream
Stuck in my shit
Had 2 much of da lean
Still countin bank
Got da guwop on a leash
Mushi, mushi, mushi, mushi, please

Wax off dat pussy
Don't need it yeast
F*ck these niggas
Don't bite me
Just pay da fee
Caught wit white out
It sell out like graphic tees
Online chakra
I sakura
Like Tsunade
Sometime I start to feel like a nobody
Cause im raging in hell don't need nobody, killing pain wit these pills
I'm off 2 Molly
FEMTO god
Like a idol
Got new bodies

Death of my teenage
20 years old in July
Dat my c day
Run up Chanel
In dat Gucci
Dats rebate
Fly out 2 LA
To meet up
No delays
Guns in the sprinter
Ain't purge in like 3 days
Open God hand
Sacrifice
Dats like 3 eggs
Sunny side up
Baby need me like 3 eggs
Fresh in the morning
I'm back out like replay
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Still ride around wit dat choppa intact
Nigga talk crazy
Get shot in the back
Christian Dior what I got on my back
Bitch she a whore
Giving neck to the strap

Blood on my feet
Had da ice out the teeth
Porsche Carrera
2 tone on the seat
Watch how it ride when I up out da heat
Short wit da temper better watch how u speak

Can't entertain
Less u come for the meat
V Files n NY
On Thursday Supreme
Stay wit the dippers
Got love for da feins
God bless ya heart
While u plot out the schemes

Rick Owen
Memphis
It all was a dream
Stuck in my shit
Had 2 much of da lean
Still countin bank
Got da guwop on a leash
Mushi, mushi, mushi, mushi, please

Wax off dat pussy
Don't need it yeast
F*ck these niggas
Don't bite me
Just pay da fee
Caught wit white out
It sell out like graphic tees
Online chakra
I sakura
Like Tsunade
Sometime I start to feel like a nobody
Cause im raging in hell don't need nobody, killing pain wit these pills
I'm off 2 Molly
FEMTO god
Like a idol
Got new bodies

Death of my teenage
20 years old in July
Dat my c day
Run up Chanel
In dat Gucci
Dats rebate
Fly out 2 LA
To meet up
No delays
Guns in the sprinter
Ain't purge in like 3 days
Open God hand
Sacrifice
Dats like 3 eggs
Sunny side up
Baby need me like 3 eggs
Fresh in the morning
I'm back out like replay
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Writer: Amir Abdul-Hakim
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