Lyrics:
detox fuck up farm crops
Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals
I react, the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
I'm stoned,
filled with arrows
The fuck with me by wasting all my patience chasing shadows
Made plans to go big and get great fans
But the trip to Graceland is
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
nickname afta dat is money
Let mi give dem di whole story, yeah, ya, ya
As a juvenile in di ghetto were growin' up
Their big guns wanted boy have
style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin' , I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans, brothers and others
Daily, it's all
juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got
juvenile
Thin line between getting Bucks and gettin' wild
Brooklyn style, hundred thousand miles
Parquet tiles, leavin' ankles broke in a pile
Son got
chances to you niggas
I can't let nobody play us (play us)
Yeah, I got in my bag, when I looked up
Ain't see nothin' but a bunch of haters (a bunch
mouth
Don't waste a breath every one counts
Priceless shit I'm talking about
Batter up haters I'm striking you out
Know it's the truth if I open my mouth
mouth
Don't waste a breath every one counts
Priceless shit I'm talking about
Batter up haters I'm striking you out
Know it's the truth if I open my mouth
it’s the truth if I open my mouth. Don’t waste a breath, every one counts. Priceless shit I’m talking about. Batter up haters I’m striking you out.
Know
Speaking on me like it's news niggas be fans they couldn't last a sec in my shoes
Niggas be haters and haters gon hate my nigga I just let em do what they do
Y'all sick, the chips got the haters nauseous
They chicks jumpin' in my whip like a mosh pit
I wish (wish) I could be effected by any hate but I can't
Yeah
Ooh, Ooh, Uh huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna, Ooh
I wanna
I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah)
I wanna bury a check (A check)
Count hundreds by
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new
Wha' me say, fukin' haters you know
I'm blind to you haters
See ya touch me war instigators
Me say me busy, love lately
Ask you how the world,
Haters in the sky
They like to wine, cry, and sigh
So let me get this off my mind
Them comebacks are dry
And I can actually rhyme
But still do
got my head spinning clockwise
Spin it back now it's
Anti hater and broke repellent
Been seeing too much
Of this offbeat circus
I don't even know
How I
feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)
I was young when my mama had me
Think I ran away from home 'bout the age of fifteen
Juvenile
They used to hate me, yeah yeah
I'm used to haters
They used to hate me, yeah yeah
I'm used to haters
They used to hate me, yeah yeah
Not cool with
Do it like tony did
Long hair bad lil bitch
Cocker spaniel
Two tenderoni chicks
Put a hater on my list
Put a hater on my list and
Checkmate
Checkmate
There's all kinds of people in the world today
And every dang one got something to say
One post away from being unfriended by half your friends
Aye I... Aye I...
I... I...
Say I, I flex and grind
I'm cool but never satisfied
Go back and put in extra time
These haters don't respect my mind
I
you hanging
By my balls in her walls straight pussy
I get to spanking
Whip 25 in a week
I fuck her head up and give her brain a skeeeeeettt
I'm crossing
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