Lyrics:
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
, mane (back, mane)
See me I put in work, man, I been doin' dirt for so long
When niggas get laid out (laid out)
Niggas run through my crib to holla
the streets since I was knee high
You wanna get high?
Meet me off I-65
Exit daniel payne drive by carver high
Ride and smoke to the park like mcAlpine
All
That new CL fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand
You are now
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
[Juvenile]
I'm a T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna
If a b**** leave me, I'm a take every thing from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya
leave bullets, stuck in ya head
Keep that in mindi'm get back to that
The gun connect called and said, "Holla
I'm about to feed the block whatchu want?"
I
Da, daa, daa, daa
Da, daa, daa, daa
Daaa...
Da, daa, daa, daa
Da, daa, daa, daa
Daaa...
Juvenile:
Who tha fuck? Nigga hittin' shots in the truck.
holla back, money ain't a thing (haan)
Hold it down for my dawg Max locked in the bing
When you hit the brick, new whips, money ain't a thing (haan)
Even as a youngster
Fighting suckas on the back of the bus
Got jumped by bigger kids
Who ain't give out no fucks
Always bullied since a little child
When
eight zero,
Popped on that ass, got her nothin', I was outty,
Now she calls me sayin' how she feel about me,
"Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you
baby’s on the track
Yea yea yea, this is Gangsta Sqad Up nigga
Fuck with it… fe I see you
Wanye here
Ce C, T baby and Raj Smoove holla back
Young Yeezy…
in jail
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Juvenile]
At fifteen I carried a lot of wieght on my back
me and my brother infact, I kept my money intact
I mad my
be inning
You gotta beginning to win
Holla back nigga in 20 minutes
Gimme your mic and watch me brake these niggas
How they figga
Busters get
She say
A few times I been around that track
Said I’m not just bout fall in your trap
Cause I ain’t no holla back girl
Baby what it do
Everything new
paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron
"fuck me?" (holla holla)
(Remix) Fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch (Fuck that bitch)
Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch
Biotch!
you
I said, fuck it man, I'ma take my chances
She look good in that shirt, and them respect pants-es yeah
Mami by the bar, every nigga wanna holla
Buyin
we lived and died by it
Chorus
Juvenile:
If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point
Maybe we blinded by the likuid
Forever it's super hard to see it
Fools they think that they are trippin'
When they go forward with who is with em
My
church, we're bringing back the gospel
First preached, first century by the apostles
Sola Scriptura, in Scripture alone, our trustworthy authority
God
hating on juvenile mistakes (juvenile mistakes yeah)
Life is beautiful
Don't wanna live it in the far back of my brain cuz it's a dark place
I should leave
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