Juice (Remix) – YCee ft. Joyner Lucas

Tiny, turn me up, baby
Ayy, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Haha, Tiny, Joyner
There’s too much juice, too much sauce
Ain’t nobody badder than…

I don’t wanna wait for nobody
I just wan’ dance wit’ you, mami
I put my hands on your body
Don’t be scared, don’t you worry
I don’t wanna wait for nobody
I just wan’ dance wit’ you, mami
I put my hands on your body
Don’t be shy, don’t you worry

Too much juice, too much sauce
Too much sauce, too much juice
Too much juice, too much sauce
Too much sauce, too much juice
Too much juice, too much sauce
Too much sauce, too much juice
Too much juice, too much sauce
Too much sauce, too much juice (yeah)

Now if I wait for you, I gotta wait for everybody
Way too much Juice, you gon’ tell your friends about it (Joyner)
You know who I am, I know you done heard about me
And a nigga with the sauce, I don’t mean no teriyaki
I just walk up in the party wit’ your girl arm around me
Booty so fat that you gotta walk around it (woo)
I’m so poppin’, everybody talk about me
And I know you wanna fuck me, or at least, you thought about it

If you thought about it, you just won’t admit it (just won’t admit it), I
I think you should let me hit it (you should let me hit it), right
Now I need you to make a decision
Somethin’ ’bout you got me wishing
We just me and you in my kitchen
Do you pray too? I’m religious, I need that

Love it when you’re naked, baby, I just wanna see that
When you put it on me, love it when you tell me “Relax”
I love it when you tell me relax
And you don’t really drink but you wanna take three shots
She wanna take three shots (she wanna take three shots)

You gon’ be my baby mother
I’ma be your baby father
Tell me something I ain’t heard of
When we dancing, I just wanna pull your fuckin’ skirt up
If I take it easy, you be saying “Go further” (further)
Every time I’m in it, it be murder (murder)
Baby, I don’t wanna hurt ya’
But a nigga feel like he don’t deserve ya’, don’t deserve ya’

I don’t wanna wait for nobody (I don’t wanna wait for nobody)
I just wan’ dance wit’ you, mami (I just wan’ dance wit’ you)
I put my hands on your body (put my hands on your body)
Don’t be shy, don’t you worry (don’t, don’t, don’t-don’t-don’t)

Too much juice, too much sauce (ah)
Too much sauce, too much juice (ah, yeah)
Too much juice, too much sauce (ah-ah)
Too much sauce, too much juice
Too much juice, too much sauce (ayy, ayy)
Too much sauce, too much juice (I got it)
Too much juice, too much sauce (ayy)
Too much sauce, too much juice (I got it)

It’s your way, I’m still liking, it’s your way
When I pull up with the Batman outside
You know we don’t really wanna play, no
Too much juice, too much sauce
It’s too much sauce, too much juice
Got real G’s in ma crew
Not those ones that got you confused

Hennessy in my Soda
I don’t roll with that Cola
We be busting, I told ya’
Sauce that got you drippin’ like water
Hundred bands on my sleeves
We be living my dream
Yeah, I know you seen a lotta boys
But there’s no don, no don, no don like we

This your way
Got me thinkin’ ’bout you all day
Know we play, right now, you gon’ really need pay
Take hearts, no burgerly
Got, got buzz like a bumblebee
Honey, let me talk to you
I got juice, I got sauce, it’s a barbecue, girl