Lyrics:
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 good
her eyes
Or is the radio telling lies?
Juvenile sinner, car crash winner
Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
Juvenile sinner, car crash
her eyes
Or is the radio telling lies?
Juvenile sinner, car crash winner
Don't let the devil take you out for dinner
Juvenile sinner, car crash
the momma's and the grandma's
Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent
His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct
His most recent cape for
(The Mekanix)
Niggas don't want you to keep your head up
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, nigga, get your bread up
La-da-da, da, da-da-da, da
, fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck, buck, buck soufle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch
It's where the blacks rub, what, fuck
Now it’s heading for 7 more
That’s an “M”
Been, in your head like placebos
You pussy bros!
“What up GAWNE”
PUSSY BROS!
“Unh”
She posts on the gram
he can yank more votes and political fame
It's a shame that I'm the one they say is a monster
Juvenile delinquent, steppin out of sync with
But fuck
the right
To stop you
I gave it my all for you
I gave it
I gave it my all
I gave it
I gave it my all
I gave it
I gave it my all
Just for you
I gave it my all
[Juvenile]
That Nig-gidty Nig-gidty Nile's in this b****, get right
F*** what you heard on the streets, it's CMR for life
Still ridin' on dubs, sippin'
back in time,
Now I'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
Or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
Risk it, ruptured spleens, by the age of 16,
to da I, I to da T
Ying to the Yang, up in this thang
D to da roc
My Nigga Kaine, open it cut
Pouring it up, rolling it up
Holing it up, ain't her
to da I, I to da T
Ying to the Yang, up in this thang
D to da roc
My Nigga Kaine, open it cut
Pouring it up, rolling it up
Holing it up, ain't her
to da I, I to da T
Ying to the Yang, up in this thang
D to da roc
My Nigga Kaine, open it cut
Pouring it up, rolling it up
Holing it up, ain't her
Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out
Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out
Black the fuck out, act the fuck out
Do you feel it in your body? Shake
We really done come from the trenches
My roof used to have some holes in it
My socks used to have some holes in it
They was laughing cuz I wore da
for these bitches
Get to da money
I'm getting this paper
Get to da money
Serve niggas like a waiter
Get to da money
Give fuck bout no hater
Get to da
found, just say when or who
Owls keep the night checked
No clue, what when and where imma strike
Fuck cash pay me by the pint 40oz
To spill it
to sellin it whole
[Juvenile]
I read the paper today and everything was kinda chill
Word is circulatin niggaz is tryin to find a deal
So he could
back in time,
[B.I.G.]
now i'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
risk it, rupt ur spleens, by the age
a gift to get the fuck up out it I had, love and hate for the hood
It took the ones that i love held the ones that was blood
You can't learn this in class
kids at the park cause they can come outside and play, cause it ain’t no victims being corrupted by the system they get paid to fry our brains
CHORUS
too sloppy, but tonight gone be a dream
I might fuck another bitch and make some mo problems fa me
Scene by scene I stack a movie
Greatest shit
alibi ain't gone work
Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four
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