The Woods Lyrics - Stay Trippy - Juicy J

I wanna dedicate this song to that special chick 

(Did you hear that?) 

Trippy chick... 

When we go walking in the woods 

Nobody can hear us 

And you could be as freaky as you should 

I love you at your weirdest 

Unleash the animal, hear my mating call 

I want you to be fearless 

When we go walking in the woods 

A natural experience 

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Go ahead... 

Hey baby let's fly away to a private place 

So far away we get high and feel that we out of space 

She keep looking back at it, we keep grinding like jack rabbits 

All she want is this pipe, I turn her into a crack addict 

Ain't nothing that a nigga can't afford 

Louis, Gucci or Chanel, I'll buy the store 

You and me on a new beach, sippin' champagne 

Making love on a island resort 

No need to pack luggage, hope on the jet like "fuck it" 

I got everything you want and you need, I guarantee you'll love it 

She the baddest woman you ever seen, she belong with King Magazine 

You might seen her on a movie screen, she's so dope now I'm her fiend 

Just thinking about her I don't need a buzz 

We party hard, we don't need a club 

Bring your passport we're making love in Persia on a Persian rug 

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I got a Rolls-Royce baby that's yours 

I got a private jet baby that's yours 

I'm balling baby, what's mine is yours 

You can have all that and even more 

I got a black card, go on a shopping spree 

I buy you so much ice, girl you can ski 

Your old man tryna lock you down 

Come with Juicy J and you'll be free 

She got her own, she independent 

We at the lake, she skinny dipping 

In the hotel we wake the neighbors 

They knocking like Jehovah's Witness 

Girl we can kick [?] karate 

Out on my yaught we go island shopping 

Back to my suite, ten grand a night 

Just me and you, it's a private party 

She's sent from heaven, mayne 

She needs wings on her 

I might have to put a ring on her 

Damn she so bad, damn she so thick 

I wonder how she fit jeans on it 

For me she unleash her inner animal when we meet 

And she a lady off in the streets 

But a beast when we're in the sheets