Lyrics:
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
niggas better slow down
'Cause you can be touched
I live life High Speed
Moving a million miles per hour
Towards my destiny
Making decisions
n****s better slow down
'Cause you can be touched
I live life High Speed
Moving a million miles per hour
Towards my destiny
Making decisions
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
start, I spark
Me and my Hot Boy creeps, when it's dark, we spark
Just bought a new car, and I spent about a million
The motherfuckin' driver seat
(Lil' Wayne)
Say Juvenile, in my section they be killing
All day glocks be drilling
You won't catch nobody chilling
Cause we trying to make a million
Don't come actin' juvenile
It's just a waste of time (you gotta grow up first)
Old enough to get it on
As long as you're twenty-one (if you wanna get
Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot
Verse 1: Juvenile
Wootay ask them muthafuckas how the CMB play it
Tangrie alize it
Take the yay yo
start, I spark
Me and my Hot Boy creeps, when it's dark, we spark
Just bought a new car, and I spent about a million
The motherfuckin' driver seat
Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot
Verse 1: Juvenile
Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it
Tanqueray and Alize it, take
Beng Beng
Hush'O
Lemme tell you bout this juvenile who goes harder so things get Better
Get Better
Hustlers Anthem been Working
Dem ah done Begging
What kinda nigga that'll go and score
a 98 a 99 off the show room floor?
What...what kinda nigga young sitting on chrome
got 3 or 4 million
What kinda nigga that'll go and score
a 98 a 99 off the show room floor?
What...what kinda nigga young sitting on chrome
got 3 or 4 million
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Verse 3: (Juvenile & B.G.)
Broads I use to fuck with be try'n to get me killed now
Now I gotta carry that thing on the battlefield now
I could
Verse 3: (Juvenile & B.G.)
Broads I use to fuck with be try'n to get me killed now
Now I gotta carry that thing on the battlefield now
I could
in love with the motherfucking chick there's at least a million of?
They say love the one you with, but this shit is killing us
Our love's on some
Converting chips to millions
Don't ask where my paper route
Dap you a pound nod ya head
Passing by
you know what I'm about
Juvenile, juvenile
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
damn, I really miss him
Ran up my money but still ain't happy, like, what I'm missin'?
I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and the millions
'23 was supposed to act like a juvenile
I aint got no time
But I aint worried bout the future
Got the big dawg by my sideline
No perfect vision
Feeling
nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga
(Chorus 2x [Juvenile])
They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
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