Lyrics ITSOKTOCRY – EL JEFE

Sick Luke, Sick Luke

Juice, juice, el jefe don’t stop
Juice, juice, el jefe don’t stop
Juice, juice, el jefe don’t stop

I got stacks, I got racks, I got paper, bitch, I count up
In a lake, swimmin’ laps, Michael Phelps, smoke tree, Paul Bunyan
I got this, I got that, but I won’t let them take nothin’
I’m all facts, you’re all cap, I need that dirty pop like Justin (ah-haahhh)
Bitch, it’s NSYNC*, make em pay 10 racks for a 16
And I’m still makin’ money when I switch lanes
They think that I’m playing games with em, no I ain’t Lou Kane
How come they just tryna steal my feng shui
I like bitches who like bitches both ways
If they run up on me, make em dance like Soul Train
I fuck the pussy, kitty singing Coldplay

(Throw it up)
I might watch the cash fall down
(Throw it up)
I might watch the cash fall down
(Throw it up)
I might watch the cash fall down
(Throw it up)
I might watch the cash fall down

Juice, juice, el jefe don’t stop
Juice, juice, el jefe don’t stop
Juice, juice, el jefe don’t stop
Juice, juice, el jefe don’t stop

Too much swag, I can’t turn it off, no, what? Please don’t stop
Who got gas? I forgot it’s me, roll one up, burn it up