Juice

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Don't say it 'cause I know I'm cute
Louis down to my drawers
LV all on my shoes
I be drippin' so much sauce
Got a bih lookin' like RAGÚ
Lit up like a crystal ball
That's cool, baby, so is you

So sorry, man, truly. I'll never forget that game-winning spike

It ain't my fault that I'm out here gettin' loose
Gotta blame it on the Goose
Gotta blame it on my juice, baby
It ain't my fault that I'm out here makin' news
I'm the pudding in the proof
Gotta blame it on my juice
Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice
Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee
Blame it on my juice, blame it, blame it on my juice (Ooh, baby)