Lyrics:
strings like a puppet
Eat it from the back tho
When she got on that sundress
Drive by on a hater yeah
That’s how I’m passing judgement
I could tell they
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I be
All my hater wish they had swag Like me
I got swag for a stack
I got swag for three grands
If you want it shawty then holla
profound my sound
Don't talk loud don't talk loud make the Don proud
Verbing on the misunderstood by now they know the nouns
Chest clouds I'm small I
me
I got them paper dollars
Now them haters wanna holla
I made it from the bottom
Now I'm headed to the top
I'm grindin, I'm shinnin, I be Smart Rich
shootin' jumpers
Downtown we tryna get it
Wanna cop after the game
Then you can holla
When you finished
If come wit'out a trap
My city ain't no place
Mic check one two one two
It's the reality and it's whole totality
This your boy Slim Dog backed up by Dukki Boi
We are the Crescent City Boys
You'll probably call me a busta by
The end of this song
But I ain't gon' act like there wasn't
A time when I wasn't that guy
And you treated me like
after doin a year and a day man holla at cha boy man
I want my spot back man for real man move over
The king is here to sit in his seat, Holla at cha
nose dirty,
Playa haters wanna kill me,
Juvenile I know you feel me,
I'm too smart to let em' steal me,
Refuse to let 'em steal me,
Nigga fuck ya, I'ma
to the morgue
Cause I'm a mother fucking street nigga
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
I had a little profit out the other hood
I used to go by her house in the wee-wee
ah
Holla!! see'mon ah
You would not believe - see'mon, ah
What's about to go down right now - see'mon, ah
Holla, see'mon..
Guess who's back it's
would not believe, c'mon, ah
What's about to go down right now, c'mon, ah
Holla, c'mon
Guess who's back, it's your favorite man
Thomas Crown, a.k.a.
ah
Holla!! see'mon ah
You would not believe - see'mon, ah
What's about to go down right now - see'mon, ah
Holla, see'mon..
Guess who's back it's
life is a movie now
Things changed from a juvenile
Fake friends tryna pull me down
Need somethin' to slow me down
I just mixed Sprite with the two, woo!
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya'know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at 'em, dawg
'Cause I know I ain't dreamin'
stay in the back while mom did her ways
The atmosphere was a lil off when she hit the stage
One man there looked to have eyes full of rage
He threw up
A pint'll knock you down, I'm trying to get it in
Baby, I'm too slow
I could never go for a swim
You holla back lukewarm
Too grown up for the kids
Catch me on a wave cuz I see you every day
I'm just holdin' back cuz I don't know what to say
Keep me on a wave I might holla at you babe
I don't
love's hard to come by
I'm just trying to live a life and I
Trying to be a lady, brothers holla at me
If you love a lady who don't need a sugar daddy
through and I be like thee best
And thy can Twit that and thy can holla back
Young boy is thee number one even when I rap
Or even when I sing woahh woahhh
blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off of rim tires
Yes I ah, Jay I ah
Double G-A, livewire nigga, holla back!
All I need
Rocawear (check)
Nike
blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off of rim tires
Yes I ah, Jay I ah
Double G-A, livewire nigga, holla back!
All I need
Rocawear (check)
Nike
with nathan
Then when I do that they gon' back door and try to holla
Hoping I'm a do them like you and drop them off some dollas
But I ain't cause
back and forth
East to west, watch your back
Whoo
Uh, holla
State Prop Chain Gang
Why'all niggas know what it is
Whoo
Back and forth, east
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