Juice Back (Remix)

[Pre-Chorus: Nasty C, Davido] Man man man you should hate yourself (I see ya) Look into a mirror, nigga rate yourself (I see me) Look at the shit that we doing Motivate yourself (One hunnid) Brace yourself [Chorus: Nasty C, Davido, Nasty C & Davido] I done got my motherfuckin' juice back (Yeah, woo) I done got my motherfuckin' juice back (I got my juice) I done got my juice back (Yeah) I done got my motherfuckin' juice back (Woo, woo) Motherfuckin' juice, juice, juice, juice, juice, juice, juice (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 bitch 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 (Oh yeah) I'll make it juicy for you Yes you can come with a friend (Nigga) I'll make it juicy for two (Nigga) Me no give no attention to no hater Nigga you less and I'm greater I’m on time and you late Told my brother Nasty C "You made it" [Pre-Chorus: Nasty C, Davido] Man man man you should hate yourself (I see ya) Look into a mirror, nigga rate yourself (I see me) Look at the shit that we doing Motivate yourself (One hunnid) Brace yourself [Chorus: Nasty C, Davido, Nasty C & Davido] I done got my motherfuckin' juice back (Yeah, woo) I done got my motherfuckin' juice back (I got my juice) I done got my juice back (Yeah) I done got my motherfuckin' juice back (Woo, woo) Motherfuckin' juice, juice, juice, juice, juice, juice, juice (Okay juice) [Verse 2: Cassper Nyovest] Allow me to reintroduce myself my name is- Fuck that, I ain't got tell you what my name is By now you motherfuckers 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 bitch 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 (hoo!) I mean these niggas were hella distant (Were hella distant) Until they heard that MTN gave me 7 figures (Ayy, ayy) 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 niggas 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 bitch And I'ma stay filling up the dome 'til you niggas 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 favourite rappers have heard of me But a lot of these niggas won't get a verse from me I feel bad for being the one to school these niggas 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 niggas 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 (Lotta head) 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 favourite 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 [Chorus: Nasty C] I done got my motherfuckin' juice back (Yeah, woo) I done got my motherfuckin' juice back (I got my juice) I done got my juice back (Yeah) I done got my motherfuckin' juice (Woo, woo) Motherfucking juice, juice, juice, juice, juice, juice, juice (Okay juice)