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of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up
I'ma back the ho up

Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic
of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up
I'ma back the ho up

Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic
Juvenile said, I need some mouth lip service - heyy
Baby said she smokin, started lightin up the purple
I ain't lyin, she a dime, from a hood where they merk
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
to black roses

I've got a diamond desire
Gonna step into the blue fire
Touchin' your lips with my skin
I'm on another level (I can't let go)

So tell
shining and ride fly? 
What kinda nigga be bumping in drive bys? 

Look, look...what kinda nigga be burning like a stove? 
Worth 6 figures, hot, ?
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
to make a statement
Hang from the rafters and lick the pavement
Split your lip and barely catch your breath

Your lovely eyes, they close like petals
soft and sexy lips, babe 
Queen in the black 
I love the way you move your body 

Queen in the black 
You know you are nothing less than royalty
[Juvenile]
I'm a T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna
If a b**** leave me, I'm a take every thing from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya
shining and ride fly? 
What kinda nigga be bumping in drive bys? 

Look, look...what kinda nigga be burning like a stove? 
Worth 6 figures, hot, ?
(Black Lip Pastor)
We in Frankies castle with the pack though
Motherfucking pack
Top want me to go to rehab
Told him I would go too
Probably just
and hold her
Waiting and hoping that I will not be far behind her
Black eyes and red ruby lips excitement in her fingertips
Passion is there on her lips
One wore black 
One wore black 

The trail of tears is winding on
Many pass along the road
Dusty soldiers march along
As they file one by one
Necklace of blood droplets mix with your kiss
Immense oblivion waits upon your lips
Black candle wax dropping down upon your skin

Stark
nectar flowing from celestial teats
Lips of blood and fire gorging on the sacred feast
Bounty of the goddess offered by the avatar
White blood spills
Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot

Verse 1: Juvenile

Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it
Tanqueray and Alize it, take
g's ten G's for cookin' they slabs
Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it

[Chorus - 4x (Juvenile)]
It's a hard life we livin' - they 'bout they drama
g's ten G's for cookin' they slabs
Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it

[Chorus - 4x (Juvenile)]
It's a hard life we livin' - they 'bout they drama
In Orient where wise I was
To please the way I live
Come give the beggar chance at hand
His life is on his lip

Three score a thousand times
head swoll
eyes closed
i know for sure
you ain't gon' test me no more
yo' block tore
yo' family in black clothes
you got blowed 
and in ya chest
[Featuring Drag On  Juvenile] 



Drag On: 



Ha  Ha  Ha 

Oh  Damn 

Now bop to this 

Oh Yeah 

Ya'll know what this is 

Flame
Don't you leave me here
Don't you leave me here
Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get hitched

Get back, get by
Get a room, give me
paradise

Lips of times of secret 
Murmur evil sprouts
Purges the redeemer
Purge

The angel of voices
Injected by silence
Last breath of nails