Only for You - Juicy J

Hey mane, have you ever had that one chick that huh…

You know, you would do anything for

Cause you feel like she the one

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Let’s get it

Only for you I will go get the new foreign

Only for you I will go buy a Patek

Only for you I will put you in Gucci and Louis

And ice at your wrist and your neck

Only for you I could say I’m committed

Only for you I could show some respect

Only for you I can ignore them bitches

And not even thinking about hitting 'em back

Hey, fuck with a real nigga, fuck that nigga

Don’t pick up, fuck that nigga

Hey, fuck with a real nigga, fuck that nigga

Don’t cry, fuck that nigga

He ain’t like me, fuck that nigga

You don’t even really love that nigga

You don’t really trust that nigga

You don’t even wanna fuck that nigga

I’ve done got tired of creepin' on the low

What you wanna do, got a let a nigga know

I can get you everything out the store

I can take you where you wanna go

Whip game on his and hers, Hermes blue shoes and furs

Too much bread in her purse, she spoiled, I make it worse

Yeah, she’s like a bad influence, she fuck up the bag, we ruined

She act like she know the plug (uh), she act like she know what she doin'

Hey, I don’t care none 'bout all these other lil bitches and what they be doin'

None of these niggas like me but I know I got all these niggas influenced

Only for you I will go get the new foreign

Only for you I will go buy a Patek

Only for you I will put you in Gucci and Louis

And ice at your wrist and your neck

Only for you I could say I’m committed

Only for you I could show some respect

Only for you I can ignore them bitches

And not even thinking about hitting 'em back

Hey, fuck with a real nigga, fuck that nigga

Don’t pick up, fuck that nigga

Hey, fuck with a real nigga, fuck that nigga

Don’t cry, fuck that nigga

He ain’t like me, fuck that nigga

You don’t even really love that nigga

You don’t really trust that nigga

You don’t even wanna fuck that nigga

Run that check up, pull your dress up, he ain’t like me, tell him back up

She go crazy when I flex up, you done fucked up, now I’m next up

She got ass on her for days, now it’s time to step up her breast cup

Got her legs up in the air just like a mothafuckin' Tesla

I got codeine, I got ganja, I look like I got a sponsor

She direct me like a compass, In her throat just like tonsils

Bought some ice to cool you out, put you up then pull you out

You in the club, I’m in the streets, by the end of the night you on my couch

Only for you I will go get the new foreign

Only for you I will go buy a Patek

Only for you I will put you in Gucci and Louis

And ice at your wrist and your neck

Only for you I could say I’m committed

Only for you I could show some respect

Only for you I can ignore them bitches

And not even thinking about hitting 'em back

Hey, fuck with a real nigga, fuck that nigga

Don’t pick up, fuck that nigga

Hey, fuck with a real nigga, fuck that nigga

Don’t cry, fuck that nigga

He ain’t like me, fuck that nigga

You don’t even really love that nigga

You don’t really trust that nigga

You don’t even wanna fuck that nigga