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   We Still In This B****(feat. T. I. And Juicy J)

 

 

  [Hook]

  I'm in my zone I'm feeling it

  Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it

  So buy another round, They try to shut us down

  Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

  We still in this, we still in this bitch, we still in this

  Turn this shit up loud

  And buy another round

  They try to shut us down

  Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

  

  [Verse 1]

  I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up

  B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the fuckin hood up

  Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin kush-ups

  Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up

  In the air, one time for a nigga like me, With a squad like this

  Where the team so strong, And the flow so cold, ain't nothin but some bad bitches in my clique

  Wassup Eastside?

  We in this bitch

  They think they seein me, but they ain't seen shit

  Girls on the pole, yeah they make me rich

  Girls at my shows, wanna take my pic

  Yeah, we can do this here all night, can't tell me nothin can't tell me shit

  All in my zone, all on my own

  Open that pack, Rollin that strong

  And we still up in this, won't turn down, won't go home

  

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  [Verse 2 - T.I.]

  I got big wheels on my ride

  Spent bout 6 mills on my ride

  You catch me swervin all over your side of town bumpin bitch don't kill my vibe

  Don't blow my hide just blow my guy

  I'm so paid I'm so fly

  Your baby daddy disrespect me black his eye, that's no lie

  I'm on my square, blowin circles in the air, of that purple

  Ima boss and you a worker, listen here boy dont make me hurt you

  You want trouble, I got plenty

  How you want it, full or semi

  I'm so rich so all that fuck boy shit you kickin don't offend me

  Don't get killed off in this bitch

  I spit mills all in this shit

  Boy it's been 11 years of this shit

  Look at me now still in this bitch

  I stand tall no cant fall

  You pussy ass niggas can't touch it g

  See me don't speak ain't nothin g

  I'm in my zone nigga don't fuck with me AYE

  

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  [Verse 3 - Juicy J]

  Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas

  All these bad bitches, all this free liquor

  Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife

  She lookin for a nigga that's ballin so tonite might be her night

  You know me

  I stay stuntin low key

  I threw tuition at onyx

  Flip money fast lil sonny rich nigga I speak Ebonics

  Gotta new car I paid cash

  Gotta new crib with a weed lab

  Crisp bills I need that

  Fuck your team where the freaks at

  Hundred deep in VIP niggas always hatin

  I came in with a bunch of goons and I'm leavin out with this lady

  I got your boo in my Bugatti she bout to swallow my babies

  My system loud my weed loud no hair clippers I'm faded TRIPPY

  

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