Lyrics:
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
He's a hardheaded child and it's time to be learned
[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in ya ass
Niggaz is pure pussy and they
I'm a young nigga, go by the name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue
no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts
Yeah, I pop plenty shit
Chump, I'm making hits
No time for
Ladies love me cuz I'm poppin'
See me and they start to pop it
She say she knew to this
Girl you aint new to this
Way that you do that shit
Collagen in
sayin?
DEB: Oh, my nigga, I ????? to do the shit by myself!
JT: Shit, do what, what you bout to do, man?
DEB: Tell these people bout this muthafuckin
your momma, give you lip a pop
Nigga you don't want my clip to drop
Cause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles
Chorus: repeat 2X
The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (them nigga's is the)
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys
[Juvenile]
What kinda nigga don't give a fuck who you
Chorus: repeat 2X
The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (them nigga's is the)
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys
[Juvenile]
What kinda nigga don't give a fuck who you
Touch the sky dog
Mi nuh need passport
Hmm mi nuh inna di the system
Mi unknown
Nuh see a young juvenile
Have the game inna control
Mi bang leads eno
Mi
We got London on da Track
Drop top, wop
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Cartier frames, call me four eyes
Still can cook
I ain't gon' lie, you got me cryin' with a hard dick (amen)
How I love you so much that I hate this shit?
I get it get it, I (don't stop)
You
Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop)
Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop)
I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop
Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop)
Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop)
I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
to leave me
Because you are poisoned,
You poisoned by my kiss
Ahh! Pop me, pop pop pop me,
Pop me, pop me, pop pop uh-uh,
Pop me, pop pop pop me,
Pop me,
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
Yeah, back to the cash (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Died in the Easter fit before you
Can wear it out, yeah, yeah
I just bought a brand-new ratchet
At my
you, you better pop yo' heat
Yeah, you know I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get shot homie
You don't
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Let's get it
Pop that trunk, I got 4-15s, bitch, you hear me beat
Pop that trunk, I got AR-15s,
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
bout the future
Got the big dawg by my sideline
He told me be yourself
You can acheive it all
Devil think he smart
He trynna make me fall
Guided by
truth is
My words gon hit yall like bullets
Eat you up while I'm talking I'm the fullest
Make a plate some bars it's true fit
Pop out for the world
Thru these Cartier lenses
Can't see em like Stevie
Not locked in
You won't catch me
Speaking to niggas
Stay low got the pole
And I'm keeping it w
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