Lyrics:
[Juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin'
resign
Ah, let my ears just be kissed by the bell
Of silent bliss where you dwell
Ah, let my wandering wounds taste your well
And all that I want to do
Is
(Intro)
Get em uhh what what say fuck the cops nigga
Fuck the cops nigga thugged out what get em
(Chorus)
Juvenile as a child but goin to the pen
(Back back)
Now we gon' bring the slow dance back
Got me feeling like Juvenile, I love the way we're vibin'
Like floating on an ocean, Slow motion for me
Everyday a hustle i'm living barely getting by
Rolling purp in a backwoods
Bathing ape on i'm stupid fly
I do this shit for you and I
Raping since
2020
Lonely
God damn thought you was my homie
Ima Shoot my shot like I'm Kobe
She gon throw it back like she owe me
Tap Tap
Make it clap back
York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids
Don’t play with em
Don’t play with em
Aye Aye Aye
If yo friend goin' crazy, better gas that bitch up
You ain't no Juvenile, now back that ass up
Got
hair
From the way
She talks
And makes me
Care
From her back
To her honest smile
From all those nights
That were so juvenile
How could I forget
How
(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin'
[Juvenile] That's right, Cash Money done
took over this shit, motherfuckers.
Y'all don't know how ta do it. I'ma
show ya how I live. (Number-one
slide,
as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side).
Nate (Daz):
Do you remember back on the East Side?
Where all us niggas used to love
peanuts
I said oh Kisha
This what I got to meet her
She drunk it like a 2 liter
She blow like a pro
Oh no I got to keep her
Told her I'd be back about
Converting chips to millions
Don't ask where my paper route
Dap you a pound nod ya head
Passing by
you know what I'm about
Juvenile, juvenile
acted dumb
When you'd see me after school?
But I wasn't no fool No sweat lost
Time passed by Now look who's boss
Probably never thought about you
switchin up, I got you feenin and I
And I can feel it when your energy off
Yeah I can tell by the face you make when I'm takin off
But imma be right back
inside of my mind
I tie them up to the commas back in juvenile rhymes
And my eyes are about to blow
But that's all part of this freak show
My
inside of my mind
I tie them up to the commas back in juvenile rhymes
And my eyes are about to blow
But that's all part of this freak show
My
nothing we need or set
We reunite nigga when we spend
My niggas hustle hard just to pay the rent
I go back like dro bags
Nigga Michael Jordan nigga 96
it's the only way their gonna respect us
If it's this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time
Know we gone, how they sleep at night if
represent 'til I fall under the dirt boy
I run wit' Juvenile, BG, and Turk boy
And we the hottest, of the hottest
Of the damn hot
In helicopters with my
'bout
Let me take you back in time
Rewind to eighty-nine
Little nappy haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces
Thirteen catchin' cases
Indeed,
[Juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin'
Oh, I remember this
Ooh yeah
Yeah, yeah
Don't wake me up, I'm in this dream
Where we talk, touch, and each word leads
Back to love that's
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