Juicy J ft. K Camp – All I Need (New Version) Lyrics

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Juicy J ft. K Camp - All I Need (New Version) Lyrics

(Intro)
All I need is … ya know what it is
All I need is …
Ya ain’t goin’ to trust your bitch afta tonight
I’mma make ‘er whore out!

(Hook x2)
All I need is 1 mo’ drink, 2 mo’ blunts, 3 mo’ bitches
4 mo’ zips, 5 mo’ minutes
All I need is 1 mo’ drank, 1 mo’ drank
All I need is 1 mo’ drank, 1 mo’ drank

(Verse: Juicy J)
All I need is one mo’ skank, dirty pussy, suck my dick
Scary movie, I let her use me, all in her mouth
My dick in her booty, we all on the couch, the cameras is out
And she say she a virgin, bitch, shut the fuck uuupp!
I’m ’bout my bread, getting throwed, getting blowed
Getting trippy, getting lit on these hoes
Fuck ’em slow, in my cup, purple punch, high as fuck
Twenty dab, hundred for the 1000 dolla tab
Conjure my cab

(Hook)

(Verse 2: K. Camp)
Look, all she need is one mo’ shot, that bitch lit, ya can tell
Put this package, in yo box, ya got mail
Smoke one mo’, touch that cloud, this that loud
That little bitch, she get active, she get wild
We turnt up, 2 much liquor ya can’t hold me
Liked her pic, fucked her friend, now she know me
Drop my top, out that roof, that’s that Rollie
Girl don’t play, I’m right here, ya gon’ show me

(Hook)

(Interlude)
MAFIA, yeah, hoe

(Verse 3: Juicy J)
Damn I miss the nineties, yeah shit was wild
We was living like rock stars, dropping ‘Mystic Styles’
Ain’t nobody else believe in what we was putting down
Nigga almost homeless tryna get it off the ground
No support, everybody thought I’d neva be shit
Tryna start our own label on some Master P shit
Tryna get some distribution, major labels ain’t feelin’ us
Door slammed in our face, still ain’t givin’ up
Still on the grind, still on the rise
Even had to sell my whip to pay for studio time
Made a name and some change, got respect and some fame
Now they luv our shit cuz we made our own lane
Tryna sign anybody with some money in they’ pockets
Had a ball on the road, every night we had it poppin’
They ain’t hold us down, did it on our own
Put our backs on the wall, we put plax on the wall
Then the problems start pickin’ up, posy starts splittin’ up
People started switchin’ up, we still not givin’ up
I luv ’em tho, we been thru’ it all, they my brothers, tho
And that’s some real shit!
We weren’t always rich, we didn’t have a pot to piss
Hustle harder than a bitch, slangin’ records like they bricks
From the ground to the ____(?) it’s been a hell of a trip
Bring me one mo’ drank while I sit and reminisce!

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