Lyrics:
do for that
Give it up? Huh, you don't believe that
So I threw on my hood, pulled out the banger
Swung it at the kids, that put me in danger
They
and macks
Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga, you're outta luck
You're stuck like chuck, wodie,
the fuck up, bitch, go pop you a Perky, ho
Bitches talkin' real crazy, they be soundin' like, "Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da"
If I catch you outside then it's
speak to ya, nigga, back you up, nigga
Fuck you and all them too, nigga, ya heard me
It's Cash Money for life, ya heard me
Fuck all them old bitch-ass
back, let it all go by
We'll lay it down, stay with me now
Just for a while get juvenile
One day soon you'll laugh about it
Now you're up here, don't you
and out here all day lookin for the right Peru
I use to do it too but I had to let it go
I can't get loaded I'm lil' wodie that supply the coke
my
pump)
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
I got something for them niggas in the front and the rear (pump, pump)
I handle the sides, did a drive-by
pump)
MC of the year, you hear and you fear
I got something for them niggas in the front and the rear (pump, pump)
I handle the sides, did a drive-by
Let the ho's in free
Let 'em in, Let 'em in
Now throw dat thang like it's off da chain
Throw dat thang like it's off da chain
Throw dat thang like it's
at my ride, but I don't give a fuck
cause I retaliate, with the bullshit two-five
It's only right, that I represent
Sip on the E&J, straight
thoughts on paper then relay it
Make melody to sing along and say it (oh)
And with all these feelings inside my head yeah
Gotta keep my notebook by my bed
Oh
And cut em up like protein
The Lord of criminal juvenile crimes committed
Set it some bitch-ass nigga, I'm widdit
You couldn't fuck with the skills
asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
dey luv it
It's just da way da I thug it, so wen dey want it I'm like fuck it
I said I'm Young by the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just
broad day, them niggas was pointin' fingers
What the fuck I look like bein' a hater? I made it happen for 'em
My lil' nigga started touchin' paper, I
time is she cavin'
On top by the day's end
Hey, yeah
Got no issues
Fuck is you complainin' for
Fuck is you complainin'
And I kno-o-ow
Work your nerves
sellin'
And for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
But I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
If I didn't shoot I'd be
shake shake
Mentirosa
Mentirosa
Mentirosa
Dale huevo
Dale huevo
*Pitbull*
Up in the club
Fuck VIP
P to da I...I to da T
Ying to the Yang
Up in this
know I'm saying
Sometimes there's a lot of people on the street who can't make it
You know what I'm saying, we can do this
I'm doing this for a good
D-Diego
Bongo By The Way
Pray to Virgil for the new Patek, it's about time
Niggas saying they outside, they just online
Taking over since
on the catwalk
I ain't playin', have you standin' there,
bloody, drippin, and laughin' 'cause it's all your fault
Shut da fuck up!
"So you want to see how
the bricks
While I fly private jet out of town by a bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
juevo
Dale juevo
Up in the club
Fuck VIP
P to da I, I to da P
Ying to the Yang
Up in this thang
D to da rock
My nigga Kaine
Up in the cut
by my near side
Slangin' iron, then some
Vivid dreams about my life
Death, wealth, me shining bright
Inadequacy
Finding balance within the limelight
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