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We Hustle

Juvenile

I Got That Work

2000

With a closed casket
'Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the side
Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me
You ain't

the kitchen mother fucking water whipping
I been blood gang but I got niggas that's still cripping
Catch me on my block you will never catch me slipping
Might

Too many white bitches up in here
Feel like the Brady bunch

She bad to the bone
Got too much cake
I told her you might as well save me sum

Answer

Gotta make a plan tryna pave the way
Soon blow up could be any day
Got my hopes up & you ran away
I was deceived by your pretty face
Thats how it go

funds
I keep a stick with a switch on it baby
Ima flip them lil niggas up
These niggas trying too hard be us yeah
Fuck it got neon guts
Im taking off in

'em)
You ain't help gettin' none of these racks (uh-uh)
I ain't got shit for you, don't ask (don't ask)
That lil' bitch did me bad (boom), I wish we

on deck, new Benz sitting on offsets 
A young nigga made it out the projects


A young nigga made it out the projects 
A young nigga got it out the mud,

my bed
Voodoo doll, got a needle and thread
Oh, lil shawty taking over my head
My head ah
Nobody heard, but I heard what you spread
Taking these lies,

that I don't be shooting, but,lil  mama I'm still a thug
You come around me and I act like boosie, make you throw it up

I've been on my grind, I ain't

Yo its funny how they whole face Change up soon
As You bring my Name up
Prosecutor had to go and bring The case up
Lil did he Know man That shit aint

your spirit up smile
Got the gas for the clearance
Cause I'm passed being tyrant
You could tell by my appearance
And the ice on the earrings

Huh huh?
Woah
Aha woah
Ya you know I'm way too geek
I got racks in my jeans you know what I mean?
Ya I'm in the stu
Yuh
Woah
Your heart
I got

drive you crazy (uh-huh)
I'm givin' the slop to model, all my bad hoes come out the South (uh-huh)
Got thick hoes in the West (alright), them no hoes

it like lotion
I got the wave, you could call me a ocean

Dive in you gon' drown
Step out the floor and smellin' like a pound
This shit so loud, but it

You can not fuck wit my bitch
You aint got no money lil nigga
Palm of my hand steady itching
Gimme
You want a p imma sell it for twenty
I got no

my point of view, I got that tunnel vision
When I make you laugh, it makes me feel like I just won a million
All these niggas want my spot and I will

don't understand, I got moves to make
You could keep it steady staying in yo lane

Take one
Take two
Take three

I ain't mad at em

Take one
Take two
Take

out the numbas the numbas you know we been runnin it up
Young j in the field for real 
Gotta get a meal for real
Got the cake up nigga i seal the deal

I'm a nigga that could change you, yeah
And you and me fit great

But this wasn't by chance, this fate
Girl, I like them thighs, that waist
Got a nigga

JT First Day Out

City Girls

JT First Day Out

2019

bitches counted me out (yeah)
Now I'm back, I got 'em shocked, these bitches droppin' they mouth (mouth)
Lil' Runaway, my friend mama helped me out
I

Where were you when u was down on my dick
Where were you when I was broke n ain't have shit
Now I'm on shit n I'm up
Got u niggas sick kuz U stuck

I learn that ya dna ain't matchin'
More than seven time you got caught lackin'
They took it easy on you
They pulled the halo out didn't get sleezy

shit sayin
Will get you
Caught up
Pillow talkin
Wit a bitch
She finna bake
A cake bruh
Send the wolves in
When his pants down
Easy caper
That's how it

tryna fight come over and stay
Cause you got everything I need including all of the cake
Oh shit, smoke a spliff, used to come and hear me spit
In