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Fredo Santana

Genres: Hip-Hop

Jugg House Lyrics - Fredo Santana

Young Chop on the beat 

Your time Scooter, turn up 

 

My life is a jugg, my momma, she jugg 

I own the word jugg, juggs got me fooled 

Rest in peace to Lante, he died making the jugg 

Free my nigga, (?), he made soda, the whole hood good 

I met my nigga Gucci Mane, I was making the jugg 

They gave me jugger of the year cause I jugg so good 

You can't jugg, jugg-man, I cut off your hand 

I'll jugg you out your bands, and switch phones on your (?) 

 

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I woke up in Juggland, what a great feeling 

House full of Mexicans, nothing but drug dealing 

Mi casa su casa Vato!, that's a jugg house 

RIP Griselda Blanco, that's a jugg house 

It's my 100 kilo (?) the (?), that's a jugg house 

We got 18 carat fully autos at the jugg house 

Jugg house, jugg house 

 

Mi casa su casa brotha 

No bother cook powder brotha 

We mix work like Spinderella 

Black brick, white brick, all them pebble 

Yellow (?) and mozzarella 

Shook house push three tons of (?) 

While (?) sayin' who wanna get, we on the street but on the beat 

Ran off on him I use my feet, Atlanta Hawks, Miami Heat 

These Christian Lubs cost thirty-three 

That's thirteen times your twenty-three 

I still can cook the dope, remember the shit just like the A-B-C's 

A-B-C, nigga, 1-2-3 - that 3-2-1 with a M-16 

 

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Billion everyday, everyday's a jugg house 

Juggin' everyday, gotta meet my plug 

Hit the trap up, make sure my work is good 

Run off with that work, get left in the woods 

Finessin' you out your work, get robbed in my hood 

Drivin' real dirty tryna make a couple juggs 

30's and F-Ns all under my hood 

Got my money all in my pocket 

You reach for it I'm poppin' 

Ballin' like (?), shooters with me, they thirsty 

They ain't miss shit, they murkin' 

They hittin' shit on purpose 

I'm with Guwop, Scoot, and niggas nervous 

(?) see my (?), your bitch want me, can't afford it 

Kill a nigga for my fortune, your bitch want me, can't afford it 

I'll kill a nigga for my fortune 

300 shit man 

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