Juice Back Remix ft. Davido & Cassper Nyovest Lyrics

Juice Back Remix ft. Davido & Cassper Nyovest - Nasty C

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Man man man you should hate yourself (I see ya)

Look into a mirror, n**ga rate yourself (I see me)

Look at the shit that we doing

Motivate yourself (One hunnid)

Brace yourself

I done got my motherf*cking juice back (x2)

I got my juice, I done got my juice back

I done got my motherf*cking juice back, motherf*cking

Juice (x7)

(Okay juice)

[Verse 1: Davido]

Hey where my juice at?

When I got robbed where were you at?

Gun cocked to my face like “Where my jewels at?”

Made a couple calls and got my juice back

Yes I got the, yes I got the juice like woah!

Looking for a young mamacita

That gon make that booty move like woah

Bad b***h in designer, yeah she Gucci head to toe

I hit it once again now she don’t wanna let me go

And she already know

Say, I got the juice, got the juice

I’ll make it juicy for you

Yes you can come with a friend

I’ll make it juicy for two

Me no give no attention to no hater

N*gga you less and I’m greater

I’m on time and you late

Nasty C you made it

[Pre-hook: Nasty C & Davido]

Man man man you should hate yourself (I see ya)

Look into a mirror, n*gga rate yourself

Look at the shit that we doing

Motivate yourself (One hunnid)

Brace yourself

[Hook: Nasty C]

I done got my motherf*cking juice back (x2)

I got my juice, I done got my juice back

I done got my motherf*cking juice back, motherf*cking

Juice (x7)

(Okay juice)

[Verse 2: Cassper Nyovest]

Allow me to reintroduce myself my name is

F*ck that, I ain’t got tell you what my name is

By now you mother*ckers should know me

I did so much with my career that

Even my peers treat me like an OG

And the OG’s throw me subtweets

I just laugh at it ’cause trust me

I’m like Bieber now, you can’t touch me

You wanted relevance?

You should’ve asked me

Isn’t this the greatest story that you ever seen?

Dammit!

Did you ever ever think you could see

A SA rapper who could buy a Lamborghini?

Dammit!

And ever come from Mafikeng?

All I ever needed was a canvas

A couple gold bottles and a bad b***h

They can’t stand it but how the hell I ain’t gon rap about money?

When I’m rapping bout my life, and it so happens that I am rich (Whoo!)

I mean these n*ggas were hella distant

Until they heard that MTN gave me 7 figures

Now I’m stunting at the backseat of a Rolls Royce like “Hello Kitty”

O ba botse ka ntwana ya kasi

My crib is always full I brought the ghetto with me

And this shit ain’t never gon change

These n*ggas forever gon hate, cause I’m telecom paid

Ladies love me but the fellas gon hate

Hao ka sheba fela kom kyk

Ke ba tshela bombay

They say I don’t spit so I won’t quit

I’m in my zone kid, I’m so focused

I made millions but I want more b***h

And I’mma stay filling up the dome

‘Til you n*ggas bow, bow, bow

[Verse 3: Nasty C]

Bow down to Davido and bow down to Cassper

Heard em say stars are aligned

But they both had their time

And you know that I’m tryna surpass ’em

Fred Merc told me your favorite rappers have heard of me

But a lot of these n*ggas won’t get a verse from me

I feel bad for being the one to school these n*ggas

When my friends are tryna get in a university

But still I made ’em fall like the fees did

Feeling like I’m talking to my daughters and nieces

One of my industry n*ggas called me this evening

Told me keep my head above the water and breathe in

He wasn’t too happy bout who I got on the remix

But he was on the remix before he got on the remix

He replied to the emails before I got on the frequencies

So I plotted the pieces before he had all the enemies

Man, I need a lot of head again

My mind’s getting heavy even I wasn’t ready

Man my come-up was a run up

Look at all things I did

It started with a mixtape that I dropped in February

And I’m too scared to even tell you what’s next

I’m handpicking women out the general section

But I don’t save them, no ain’t got no S on my chest

I got a triple styrofoam with a medical mess

All my enemies are amateurs

My role model broke his character

And all my exes wrote me letters bruh

And I was chilling with Scoop the other day

If you knew what he had to say about you, you wouldn’t be rapping bruh

Davido gon have to take this back to Naija for me

Don’t have to tell you why your favorite rapper’s hiding from me

I keep the weed stashed in a different kind of luggage

And tell my guy to tip the pilot for me, I got the juice

[Hook: Nasty C]

I done got my  juice back (x2)

I got my juice, I done got my juice back

I done got my mother*cking juice back, motherf***ing

Juice (x7)

(Okay juice)