August 27th Flow Lyrics

by Juicy J

[Intro:]
Play me some pimping, man!
Yeah, stay tripping, stars, August 27th!
F-ck with me, yeah!

May f-ck these hatin' ass niggas
Im a rich nigga still getting richer
Got Kush up in my swisher
AX still dont hang from my pistol
Got Gucci sneaks on my feet
Freaky bitches all in my suit
Bad bitch in my hot tub
And bad bitch in between the sheets.
Twenty sixes on my old school,
born up and Im riding high
Born up with the bullshit
so much heat that I could start a fire
But I know I got that money,
but I know I keep that burning
bitch Nigga trying to take my cake,
beat the bitch nigga like Ike Tunner
"Come Here Tina!" Bitch!
Aint no money coming like your own money
Im never coming up short got that long money
Im counting that paper before I leave the house
Just got the new Mercedes that aint even out yet
Roll up while Im driving, yeah bitch, Im just vibing
Big house all pimped out, back yall look like a island
Boss nigga, I get paid, bring your bitch out to my place!
Imma f-ck that bitch today, tomorrow your bitch my maid, nigga!

Tomorrow your bitch my maid, nigga
Tomorrow your bitch my maid, nigga
Imma f-ck that bitch today, yeah hoe!
Tomorrow your bitch my maid, nigga
Tomorrow your bitch my maid, nigga
Yeah, yeah, hoe!
Still rapping, old niggas!
August 27th, stay tripping!
August 27th youre dead, stay tripping!
Hoe ass nigga!

Pimp shit, get lost ahead, get my drop heads!
Tell them haters drop dead
I dont f-ck with beef, cause I got bread!
Goose whipping, not scared
Fill your ass up with hot leaf
Hit the club with some hoes like you aint just got shot dead!
All this money on my rolly, could have bought a Benz
Imma wake up in the morning, and gon ball again
And the moneys my alarm clock
And Im known to carry more guns than a pawn shop, nigga!
August 27th, stay tripping!