Name: Juice=Juice Make it big! Mi amore by Morning Musume Germany Music
Duration: 4 min 6 s
Description: Hier haben wir euch die 20.Single von Juice=Juice die am 08.10.2025 erschienen ist. Hört euch an und lasst ein like da, wenn es euch gefällt.

Jeanne Ricks - Conscience (The funkHeadz Remix)
Produced by Musa Baran & Holger Klotz
All Instruments played by Musa Baran
Mixed & Mastered by Holger Klotz & Musa Baran
All Vocals, Melody & Lyrics by Jeanne Ricks
https://soundcloud.com/user-143916773

The funkHeadz Remix Project

Conscience (Dance Remix)

Conscience (The funkHeadz Remix)

Hier haben wir euch die 20.Single von Juice=Juice die am 08.10.2025 erschienen ist. Hört euch an und lasst ein like da, wenn es euch gefällt. 

broke up with Hayate without a second though / Make it big! Mi amore

Make it big! Mi amore

Morning Musume Germany

Juice=Juice Make it big! Mi amore

Crazy collab with Pat Curley.  We fuckin cooked on this shit

https://open.spotify.com/artist/3BNOIz1K7Y6zOEgUShwPfJ?si=bd788-IqS9CtztwtSxEjMg

idc, whatever

Boog 100 & FastMoneyDC -Y7 [prodbymayday]

Gulity Pleasure

Оклоуневший

Club lights flashin’, bottles up, toast quick,
Diamonds on my chain, got ’em dancin’ on the wrist.
Cash flow dirty but the lifestyle clean,
Pull up heavy whips, tinted out, unseen.
Fake smiles in my face, I can read that hate,
Snakes blend in close, tryna eat my plate.
Every night’s a movie, but the reel ain’t sweet,
Party with the wolves while I’m guardin’ my seat.

Verse 2
Money on my mind, stack racks, no slack,
Talk slick once, then you never come back.
Feds in the cut, gotta move low key,
Friends turn to foes, can’t trust no G.
Everybody say “ride,” but they switch when it’s hot,
One wiretap call, whole block get caught.
Rule one: never fold, keep your mouth on lock,
Play the game by the code or you end up shot.

Verse 3
Homie snitched out, put my name in his plea,
Said “forever we brothers,” guess forever ain’t free.
We bled for the hustle, now he runnin’ with feds,
Traded loyalty for freedom with a price on my head.
Heart cold now, I don’t love no soul,
Keep my burner loaded, never trust what’s told.
Fake hugs, fake dap, I done seen too much,
Street life costly — gotta pay for trust.

Verse 4
Wild parties, big tables, champagne rain,
But behind all the laughter there’s a shadow of pain.
Watch close, every toast got a dagger inside,
See the envy in they eyes while they clap and they smile.
One slip, one word, that’s a coffin or cell,
So I keep my circle tighter than a wishin’ well.
No names, no talk, silence deep in my speech,
Only code in my life is the code that I teach.

Verse 5
Kilos in the trunk, hundred bands in the safe,
Life gamble every move, can’t afford one mistake.
Either ball or you fall, ain’t no middle ground,
So I stack till I’m gone, keep my name renowned.
Enemies lurk close, tryna plot my fall,
But the closest ones to you gon’ hurt you most of all.
Blood thicker than water? Not in this biz,
Seen brothers turn Judas just to dodge a bid.

Verse 6
From the gutter to the mansion, scars still burn,
Every dollar that I touched was a lesson I earned.
Snakes in designer, rats in the crew,
Once the cuffs come out, then the lies come too.
I walk with the shadows, trust none, just me,
Every bond in the game come with hidden fees.
Fast life glitter, but the dirt run deep,
One snitch, one slip, put your empire to sleep.



Code Of Silence

VENDETTA

Lyrics:

Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah — (Wooh) — ayy, ayy (Let’s Go!)
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta blicks — huh (Brrra)
Ayy, slide through with that— (Skrrt skrrt) yeah

[Verse 1]
Pop out with that pressure, heavy metal, we don’t do no talk (Nah)
Diamonds hittin’ like confetti, every step I make they spark (Spark)
I just caught another bag, I treat that shit like it’s a sport (Sport)
I don’t argue, I just flex — bitch, my money do the court (Woo)
She gon’ drop it like confetti when she see me with that pole (Yeah)
Told her “Baby, hold it steady,” ‘cause I’m slidin’ with my bros (Gang)
We ain’t duckin’ nothin’, every opp gon’ meet that beam and glow (Bah-bah!)
If he reachin’ for the chain, we make that niga hit the floor (Boom!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bands in the safe, nigas talkin’ ‘bout nothin’ (Nothin’)
All that fake love, man, I swear that shit disgusting (Yuck)
I don’t trust a soul — I been up, I been hustlin’ (Up)
Draco in the backseat, whisper like it’s mumblin’ (Grrah-grrah!)

[Chorus]
I pull up (Skrrt), all-black truck — bitch, I’m clean (Clean)
New ice, same gang, same beam (Beam)
Whole hood know I’m built for the scene (Yeah)
If I slide once, that’s a permanent dream (Boom!)
I pull up (Pull up), all-black truck — bitch, I’m mean (Mean)
Talkin’ slick, get wiped off clean (Clean)
She say “You cold,” I say “What you mean?” (What you mean?)
Touch my chest, you gon’ freeze, no heat (Brrr!)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with them switches out (Bah!) — blink once, whole block light out (Pow!)
Got that foreign off the lot, shit so fast, can’t even time out (Skrrt!)
Shorty want the Birkin bag — told her, “Work it out like a hideout” (Yeah)
And I’m good with every plug — they don’t even need no Wi-Fi (Nah)
I been stackin’ blue bills, feel like I just robbed a bank (Bank)
Hit the gas, lane to lane, big body — that’s tank for tank (Tank)
My lil’ bro don’t do no talkin’, he just lift that blick and blank (Grrah!)
We ain’t shootin’ for the leg, we make murals, not complaints (Pow!)

[Bridge]
Whole lotta racks, I’m allergic to broke shit (Achoo!)
She say she love me, but she just love motion (Motion)
Wrist in the water, that’s ocean to ocean (Splash)
Every verse I drop — pure explosion (Boom!)
They ask how I move — confidential (Shh)
I’m presidential, but street official (Yeah)
Keep that stick — no artificial (Nope)
Step too close, it get judicial (Bang!)

[Chorus]
I pull up (Skrrt), all-black truck — bitch, I’m clean (Clean)
New ice, same gang, same beam (Beam)
Whole hood know I’m built for the scene (Yeah)
If I slide once, that’s a permanent dream (Boom!)
I pull up (Pull up), all-black truck — bitch, I’m mean (Mean)
Talkin’ slick, get wiped off clean (Clean)
She say “You cold,” I say “What you mean?” (What you mean?)
Touch my chest, you gon’ freeze, no heat (Brrr!)

[Verse 3]
Switch on auto, we don’t do no semi’s (Nah)
Niggas play foul, we shoot like Benny (Woo)
Hundred on the dash, I ain’t touch no pennies (Skrrt)
Life get loud when the clips get empty (Pow!)
Whole gang eatin’, that’s buffet talk (Buffet)
Money got weight, that’s gym plate talk (Heavy)
Every bitch I touch, that’s wristwatch chalk (Woo)
And every move I make, that’s big dawg walk (Yeah!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Skrrt, skrrt — ayy (Yeah)
Whole lotta chains, whole lotta smoke (Smoke)
Keep it real, no joke — uh (Let’s Go!)
Bitch, I’m colder than a code, that’s froze (Froze)
(PMO Music) — let’s roll (Roll!)

Black Truck [Prod. PMO Music]

Yuuur 
Ah ah ah (gang gang, 666)
Free all of my niggas out the xhain gang (huh)
And shout out to my big brother Teddy Mane (TNT)

Aye my nigga just made bail
What that mean? We going up (uh huh)
Whole lot of gas rollin, and you know we pourin up (uh huh)
Bitxhes on my line tryna figure when we’re showin up (uh huh)
A lot of niggas hatin but I bet they don’t want war with us (uh huh)
Promethazine in my spleen gotta keep the double the kup
Life is a gamble fukk with us and we gone test yo lukk (on God)
Remember I was young and I really didn’t give a fukk (nah)
Fast forward I’m grown but I still don’t really give a fukk (you know dat)

Diamonds in my rollie nigga yea you know its presidential
I’m the lil nigga flying British bitxhes kontinental 
How he tryna ball, man he don’t even know the fundamentals
Why he even out here with us?
Niggas gone need the hospital 
Diamonds on my earlobe dancing like a lite show 
All these niggas weirdos I feel like the white folks
“It get lonely at the top” kause your friends turned into rivals
I guess thats how that shit go but not with none of my bros
I ain’t got no friends I be boolin wit my kinfolk 
Nigga Hutxh In the kut waiting for the signal 
And Matt you a rat yea we know you Stuart little (bitxh)
I katxh a pakk no dropping that like Malkolm In The Middle 

But my nigga just made bail
What that mean? We going up (uh huh)
Whole lot of gas rollin, and you know we pourin up (uh huh)
Bitxhes on my line tryna figure when we’re showin up (uh huh)
A lot of niggas hatin but I bet they don’t want war with us (uh huh)
Promethazine in my spleen gotta keep the double the kup
Life is a gamble fukk with us and we gone test yo lukk (on God)
Remember I was young and I really didn’t give a fukk (nah)
Fast forward I’m grown but I still don’t really give a fukk (you know dat bitxh)

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