Lyrics:
babe
Yea I suppose with that yola babe
Cash Money in my projects, since a Juvenile
Like the Nolia baby
That quarter block
All about getting that quarter
all over to a face I can trust
You don't know where the wind's gonna blow
And since you can't take it with you ]
Better give it away before you go
grease
Cut a blank check for that grease
Jezebels wet for that grease
Get you set up by feds and police
Bless the dead, we all hopin for Peace
My bread it
That grass ain't greener over on this side it's all a dream
Subliminal messages influence municipals
Corrupting the principles of misguided individuals
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
Think for one fucking second
What the fuck are you doing?
Are you a professional or not? No! No!
Don't shut me up!
Ex-juvenile delinquent
Yes,
wear it cause it never fits
You can put it on a t-shirt
But I don't care, I don't care, I'm over it
The stores lined up
With all those hipsters
Looking
hustling
That money outcha like everyday
You knew that I loved you
Was those three words that I'd never say
Now your business all over the radio
And it's
the butcher
The pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is bumping "I'm your pusher"
Also at your wake, Juvenile Intruders at the gate
Brooding over waking history that
up.
[CHORUS] (2x):
Lil' Wayne: (Ay, ay, ay)
Now whussup with that?
Cause you know us don't play,
We bust the gats...
And we got ice all over,
With dubs
[Juvenile]
We drink up all the round, we drink up all the white
We go to all the spots, we be up all the night
We'll tell a nigga, "Fuck ya!" and be
the case
I don't hang with too many niggaz cause some niggas is fake
I'll have you in some shit that you can never escape
Look, all them motherfuckers be
the case
I don't hang with too many niggaz cause some niggas is fake
I'll have you in some shit that you can never escape
Look, all them motherfuckers be
police trying to pull niggas over on this one
We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style
You feel me, things that we can only do
the opportunity to ruin me
Fuck ‘em all, bitch, I’m still doing me
It’s you and me on the record I’ll
Detect it like an infected nervous system
I never miss
I
then you choose wrong
Weather pistol play or that fight nigga
All I know is night night nigga
Niggas don't dance no more all they do is this
Twisting
over between you and me
It's not over, I don't want to be free
I don't wanna, I don't wanna be free
What has been joined by God (by God)
By God (by
it's the moment you fear
Just think, by the day over, one of us ain't gon be here
Used to ride with a bunch of niggaz, now he's ridin solo
He's dressed
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
up and buy all my niggas time pieces
In my hotel, been abused by some bad bitches
Ever since I was way younger I've been had this vision
Now I'm in
a juvenile
Rather than watch your cringe videos I'd run a mile
Why you tryna rip off that design from app Pou
Avatars got tiny arms I beat them in Kung-Fu
a juvenile
Rather than watch your cringe videos I'd run a mile
Why you tryna rip off that design from app Pou
Avatars got tiny arms I beat them in Kung-Fu
this to you, and I say it to the world
Nappy then, Nappy now, Nappy for a bit
Knee-deep, head over heels in this country shit
All my life, been
in tears checking my messages
I got goosebumps all over my skin
She said 'Mouse
I highly doubt that I'll ever see you again
Hope everything is well kid
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