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We've found 72 lyrics, 39 artists, and 50 albums matching pussy kat by juvenile:


Albums:

Juvenile Presents: Street Stories (UTP) · Big Tymers Featuring the Hot Boys/Juvenile (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock'n'Roll Juvenile (Cliff Richard) · Juvenile Hell (Mobb Deep) · Juvenile Hell (Mobb Deep) · Juvenile Product of the Working Class (Swingin' Utters) · Kat Dancin' (Frank Strazzeri) · Kat on the Keys (Little Willie Littlefield) · Kat-A-Comb (K T) · Kitty Kat (2XL) – and 40 other albums »


boyfriend, you gon' 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 some mouth
boyfriend, you gon' 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 some mouth
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
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
[Juvenile]
You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got money
Pockets stay full of them big-face hundreds
A nigga with tattoos all over his arm
break a nigga like a Kit-Kat)

Lil nigga I got big bank
I was ‘bout to eat that pussy but that shit stank
Girl I want to eat your pussy but I just
doin' everything
So u kno wats happenin', there no need to pitty-pat
Dogg in this motherfucker, yeh I get da kitty-kat
Swervin' on da one-ten blowin'
(Yea, uh)
Clams casino nigga (Asap)
Asap (Uh)
Mister pistol popper (Uh)
Flocko locked and loaded (Yea)
Life's a bitch and she pussy pop (Know
Williams, a ride or die chick
Thug girls in the club raise 'em up high miss
Pussy pop for me, make it drop for me
Be a lady on the block but keep it hot for
and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)

[Lil' Wayne]
I be hittin' they daughters

[Baby]
CMR bitch. G  Code nigga  G code nigga  G code nigga 



Juvenile: 

I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand) 

I'm a rapper but I'm still
tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, "Kiss the Girls"
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack)
I blow you by
to look back on my reality happy I stopped
Letting niggas ruin my world impressed by niggas trying to school this baby
Girl I was fucking too early
15
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three 
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper 
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
DEBONAIRE: Yo wussup my nigga where the fuck you been?
JT MONEY: Shit, I jus' came from round a bitch house 
tryin to get a lil pussy, why'know I'm
Juvenile]
My momma send me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out
An said we ain't gone have no evil in this house
So I rolled out, scoped me out an sold out
so-called beefs
But it's a different story any time we meet in the streets
I'm fully in it bitch, your shit is juvenile to me
We can squash it, go 'head
so-called beefs
But it's a different story any time we meet in the streets
I'm fully in it bitch, your shit is juvenile to me
We can squash it, go 'head
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
CMR bitch. G  Code nigga  G code nigga  G code nigga 



Juvenile: 

I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand) 

I'm a rapper but I'm still
the streets at midnight, the little terror
Huh, I get better by the letter
A true breed, head to juvenile once more
A twenty bag of funk, shall I say more?
myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
By placing me in the projects, I'm
stupid ass, run it back
That HBO shit, I must address that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
He pussy. Pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock,
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low