Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa – Weak (feat. BIG30) Lyrics

Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa – Weak (feat. BIG30) Lyrics
Weak
Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa (feat. BIG30)
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    "Weak." - Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa (feat. BIG30)

    Album: Stoner's Night
    Track No: 02
    The main **** on the block, where it's hot, talking shit (Man, everybody wanna be a gangster, man)
    Gon' be the main motherfucker somewhere dead in a ditch (You know what I'm sayin'?)
    What Juicy say? He like, "Shut the fuck up"
    I really don't know why, though
    Maybe we can fuck when the internet
    (Mafia)
    When I say, "Weak-ass," you say, "Bitch" (Ayy)
    Weak-ass bitch (Ayy), weak-ass bitch (You tell 'em)
    When I say, "Weak-ass," you say, "Bitch" (Uh-huh)
    Weak-ass bitch (Yeah), weak-ass bitch (You know it)
    When I say, "Weak-ass," you say, "Bitch" (What?)
    Weak-ass bitch, weak-ass bitch (Ayy)
    When I say, "Weak-ass," you say, "Bitch" (Ayy)
    Weak-ass bitch (Ayy), weak-ass bitch (Don't be scared now)
    Pop it off (Pop it off)
    Choppers on, it's a war (****)
    Walk him down, spin the block, shoot some more (Boom)
    Man down (Down), send him up, check the score (Check it)
    Mama cryin', fuck the laws, call the morgue (Call 'em)
    It's real in my city, it's like World War 3 (World war 3)
    Young **** been drawin' down on MPD (They don't give a fuck)
    Ain't got shit to lose, they got shit to prove (Shit to prove)
    Get your ass whacked, you won't even make the news (****, North Memphis)
    Memphis 'bout that action like The Rock and Tom Cruise (North Memphis)
    Catch you lackin', now, you sleepin', ****, put your shit on snooze (North Memphis)
    Only rule, it ain't no rules, all these young **** got bangers (North Memphis)
    Now you can't tell your partner, "Be careful," gotta tell your ****, "Stay dangerous"
    When I say, "Weak-ass," you say, "Bitch" (Ayy)
    Weak-ass bitch (Yeah), weak-ass bitch (Yeah)
    When I say, "Weak-ass," you say, "Bitch" (Uh)
    Weak-ass bitch (Ayy), weak-ass bitch (You tell 'em)
    When I say, "Weak-ass," you say, "Bitch" (Ayy)
    Weak-ass bitch (Ayy), weak-ass bitch (Ho)
    When I say, "Weak-ass," you say, "Bitch" (Bitch)
    Weak-ass bitch (Ho), weak-ass bitch (Blrrrd)
    When I say, "Pop out" (Pop out), they pop out with a switch (A switch)
    Hit a **** or a bitch, come through with everything but the kit (On God)
    Thirty shots come out the ceiling, we disguise in dresses and wigs
    You think this car full of bitches 'til we pop out, get to hittin'
    All my killers be overkill, if you send a doctor, you blessed (Blrrrd)
    Boy, your life ain't worth two words, if I tell 'em, get you, say less (Say less)
    You might catch me in your city with four hundred shots, nothin' less (Nothin' less)
    Give a fuck about that 'Vette 'til they can't cover up your head, blrrrd, blrrrd (Blrrrd)
    I'm CMO (Certified), I'm CEO, Big Choppa Gang, the leader
    Smoke more dope than Wiz Khalifa (Gas, gas), I stay full of Percs and reefer (Gas, I'm high, I'm fly)
    I'm sippin' syrup, fly as the birds, scrap with a Desert Eagle (Blrrrd)
    You a snitch, so I ain't kill shit and you are not one of mine, neither (Nah)
    When I say, "Weak-ass," you say, "Bitch" (Bitch)
    Weak-ass bitch (Ho, ho), weak-ass bitch (Ho)
    When I say, "Weak-ass," you say, "Bitch" (Bitch)
    Weak-ass bitch (Ha), weak-ass bitch (Ho)
    When I say, "Weak-ass," you say, "Bitch"
    Weak-ass bitch, weak-ass bitch
    When I say, "Weak-ass," you say, "Bitch"
    Weak-ass bitch (Uh), weak-ass bitch
    Khalifa fresh up out the gym, puttin' them numbers up
    They can get mad as they want, they can't fuck with us
    I bought a Taylor Gang chain and got my **** one
    I took the little one on tour, then bought a bigger one
    She got her feelings now, I can't deal with a weak bitch
    She fuck with gangsters, keep it gangster, she like G shit
    I parked my Rolls-Royce, then pulled up in my old school
    Ain't pillow talkin' 'bout no ****, that's how hoes move
    I copped the double R and traded in that big Mercedes
    We started underground and now we fuckin' up the majors
    Diamonds in different flavors, your bitch, you could never save her
    Get a massage and take a nap, and wake up countin' paper
    When I say, "Weak-ass," you say, "Bitch" (Bitch, yeah)
    Yup

    Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz & Jordan Houston.

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