Play this song
[Refrain: Samples]
Ain’t-ain’t no kissin’ like a bitch [?]
Squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt
DJ Paul (I can’t get shit from gettin’ my dick sucked)
J-Juicy is my name, sex is my game
Ain’t-ain’t no kissin’ like a bitch [?]
Squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt
DJ Paul (I can’t get shit from gettin’ my dick sucked)
J-Juicy is my name, sex is my game
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Now let a nigga get smoked out, loced out, from the dope, plan number
Two, find a bitch that’ll make herself choke on
(The dick is in your mouth, long and hard, oh my god)
(Insert it and I’m out) but anyway
I got a little bitch on my mind and a [censored]
Who would love, to lick on a p-hole
[?], is this the first time you’s at the club? I’m fixing to hook up ’94, you ’93 shit, peace out, hoe
[Verse 4: Juicy J?]
This dikey ass bitch, this dikey ass bitch
Tried to put the Juice Manne in a fucking clique
She had a big nose and sexy little switch
Think she was the one, think she was the shit
Niggas used to spoil her, buy all kinds of gifts
But J wasn’t going so a nigga had to split
Now, every time I see her on the rebound tip, she be sayin’:
“Hey dog, can a nigga suck a dick?”
[Refrain: Samples]
Ain’t-ain’t no kissin’ like a bitch [?]
Squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt
DJ Paul (I can’t get shit from gettin’ my dick sucked)
J-Juicy is my name, sex is my game
Ain’t-ain’t no kissin’ like a bitch [?]
Squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt, ain’t-
DJ Paul (I can’t get shit from gettin’ my dick sucked)
J-J-Juicy is my name, sex is my game
[Outro]
Ain’t-ain’t no kissin’ like a bitch [?]
Squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt, ain’t-
DJ Paul (I can’t get shit from gettin’ my dick sucked)
J-Juicy is my name, sex is my game, ain’t no-ain’t
Ain’t-ain’t no kissin’ like a bitch [?]
Squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt, ain’t-
DJ Paul (I can’t get shit from gettin’ my dick sucked)
J-Juicy is my name I know you go but I’mma holla for the ’94 let’s ride on the [?]
[Verse 2: Juicy J?]
Here we go again, Paul, ridin’ in the [?]
Alize, E&J, and a forty-eight-four
Sittin’ on the lap, gettin’ ready for the hoe track
Freaks in the back of the Bud Davis Cadillac
Bitches wanna jock ’cause we’re neighborhood rap singers
Fresh wit’ them gold thangs, dressed in Tommy Hilfiger
Kickin’ it with my niggas Andre, Pete, and Big [?]
Doggin’ all these bitches runnin’ trains down on Joseph Street
[Refrain: Samples]
Ain’t-ain’t no kissin’ like a bitch [?]
Squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt
DJ Paul (I can’t get shit from gettin’ my dick sucked)
J-Juicy is my name, sex is my game
Ain’t-ain’t no kissin’ like a bitch [?]
Squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt
DJ Paul (I can’t get shit from gettin’ my dick sucked)
J-J-Juicy is my name, sex is my game
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
Now once again this shit gotta get thick for a freaky bitch
Groupie like a muthafucka tryna put me in her clique
If you need, two-hundred-and-fifty dollars you need to get a J-O-B
‘Cause you’ll never get it from a nigga like me
Fuckin’ around with a hundred bustas tryna be playa shit
And how you thinkin’ it’s my nuts in yo’ belly bitch? I housed yo ass last year, now what you talkin’ about?

(Woo)
Fuck a son, yeah man, I got your son with your boo
Fakin’ somethin’ then and they never had a clue
Take your summer too, take your summers too
Never felt thay bitch, I go, son, uh, woo
and 380, bitch, I’ll take two
Take your son who done it and then sent it like the, ooh
Bought a sub inside that bitch, she lookin’ like the zoo
One with one a summer, they be lookin’ like a, ooh
Hold up with they son, hold up, bitch I got ’em
Done a one in now, ‘nother song we at ’em
If they talking bond then you know we at ’em
Forward on the dial everytime we got ’em
[Chorus]
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem [Chorus]
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
They say I got a problem
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
[Verse 2]
Get it by all on, seen me, how would you want some
Makin’ some on ’em, make it some and make it done, done
Hit, would it, would it, would it? (Woo)
Take ya son, I wanna make him, would it? Play this song
[Verse 1]
You know what
Yeezy back with timbos, something gold and simple
Heart’s all within through exactly what   you   sayin’ for
If you   got the info then go in   and start the intro
If you got the synth though, then go and spark the indoor
Oh it’s different, oh, that’s a different kind of money
Pop them, make it somethin’, act done, eh
Pop them, take it, all of the dineré
Popped on in the 747, bitch
Make your jet look like a fucking private
Ghosts under on it like it’s fucking Yeezus
I make your jet look like a fucking Prius
Focus on the funnel, ‘pon the fucking Yeezus
What the fuck they thought, that “Y’all can’t fuck with Yeezus”
I’ll make your private jet look like a Prius
Suck on some, I’ll find out where the fucking weed is
How’d I get so many checks from Adidas?