Lyrics:
cake nigga
Nigga disrespcetin' mine look we pullin' triggas
Leavin' em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin'
Nigga ya lights out we ain't bout no
There's potential here I can't deny
When I look into your eyes I feel alive
Big, brown and beautiful, mesmerised
Feel elevated when you drop by
This
BOP-A-LENA
WRITERS MEL TILLIS, WEBB PIERCE
RECORDED BY RONNIE SELF
Oop-scooby-dooby-lena, go-gal-go
bop-a-lena, bop-a-lena, she's my gal
Oh,
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
of hypocrisy
The philosophy chosen to live by
Has brought you your mortality
A reason to die
No remission of sins committed
When you were fighting the lie
Some rappers claim that they got a heart full of anger
How when your lyrics were written by a stranger
Fool I'm the greatest, you just the latest
I'm
they go viral
My haters are by biggest fans
Loyalty means leaving a comment or 10
they Put everyone on Blast
Gotta Win the Pin of Shame
My Haters are
by grace
l dey watch no man l focus on my race
Fire burn de haters
Fire burn de haters fire burn dem
Fire burn de haters
Fire burn de haters fire
ejaculated
Did it by myself, no help like I masturbated
They say I’m soft, well, fuck
I’ll get castrated
Sell my balls to one of you
Haters who can’t make
When you shine all these haters wanna talk down
I don't feel a way by what a nigga say
It's alright love, I let a hater hate
Pull up on them see
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
dealing with?
Violently venomous intentions
Pretending this pretentious shit
Is based on anything more relevant than
Juvenile insecurities embellished with
can't fuck
Twenty inches with TVs is a must
By the year 2000, I'ma gut out my bus
A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice,
he knocked out
I step by Boozilla, my nigga told 'em like, "Not my dawg"
I wit' some juveniles, they doped up, Lil D ain't never fold up
So when he
heading
Like the majority of these kids today, man I was hard headed
I wanted to know to much a little man is shookin' police
Imagine a juvenile delinquent
to terms with it
Let go of you and going out
Cutback bit by bit
No more joints in the mouth
But joined by the hip
Let go of your old fancy dream
You'll
'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,
just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???).
She puts a jacket on my
slimey, cutthroat, connivin' (cutthroat, connivin')
Hit a lick all by myself, swear I don't need nobody (don't need nobody)
Reachin' for my bag, wrong
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
to survive
I been uptown, played many games, hurt by many girls
Been all around, looking for love, but no one to trust
I been locked down with the big
asses
For breakfast like wheaties
Some days i don't have enough
Middle fingers to go round
Fuck the doubt the time is now
To make all my haters proud
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
I be bouncing on the beat like a fuckin' rabbit
Shawty say I'm trill and I say that I agree
Mane I feel like Juvenile four hundred degrees
Why
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