Juice Lyrics - Drake

Yeh, ah... ah 

Boy wonder... Drizzy 

Ah... ah... Uh 

Ya'll ain't really like me 

I can understand 

Ma flow is sitting right inside da pocket on ma pants 

I'm still fly, you can't float 

Run this shit, you sink boat 

A write your favorite records, you sing ghost 

20 thousand for a verse, is our routine quote 

I'm getting rich, aah, you staying broke 

Chilling if even if am in a goosed down coke 

I can't' see you through the Mosley Tribes 

So I don't' even flinch if you thorw me hi fives 

They try to measure up, but there's no my size 

Whatever 40 smokin bout to low my eyes 

Beast mode on them, a never take a night off 

Every single thing a nigga purchase is a write off 

Grounded as the one way pavement am taking flight off 

Baby go ahead and cut the lights off 

Cause It's about to go... 

[beat plays] 

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I hear ma phone ringing when they call 

A ain't picking up or entertaining them at all 

Got your girl face down and banging on the wall 

While you and all your homeboys, hatin and remain small 

Hmmm, hmmm, hmmmmmm 

I cannot relate 

Riding with some tags that a got from out-a-state 

Riding with a swag that a got from out-a-space 

Just show me who's the hottest I'm a knock him out his place 

Call me homeside drizzy, about to kill your ego 

I'm about ma green, puffin goody like I'm celo 

You can go and take a glance at your hero 

While the Houston ship a pole dancing zero 

Fantacy to you, reality to me 

And yeh ma g-pass is as valid as can be 

I'm, I'm so fresh, a stylist with degree 

Waving at your girl 

While she's smiling back at me like... 

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