Lyrics:
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
God sent wit not a cent to my name that's nonsense... here wit a knot full of wit hoping for cents in a knot... hope that don't tie your sense in
got all the juice
I'ma meet you down the hall
Could I focus hell nah, ooh
Hidin' in this bathroom stall
My heart beat me to the door
Try to keep my
and gentleman!)
Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well
And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail
Catch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya
block
Take the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks
Buy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks
put the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit
lame, playing with no game
Put em on the lil plane til they can't claim no fame
I got, the range, better, stay in the slow lane
I make the flow change
For the kids
School's out!
Commissioned by the flag
Standing at attention
When kids was in the class
His was in detention
Good doing bad
Falling
out-drink ya
She doesn't care
Drink if you dare
Glass shatters everywhere
Take another shot
She won't ever stop
Show her what you got
Drinking like
Here's the Black Moon we creepin' up in ya room
Death fills the air along with the scent of boom
Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears
Off
Fuck e'rybody
Heh heh heh...
Thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the air
If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop
I want muthafucking
it's my muthafuckin last one
Every nigga and they mama askin why
But I'm in the game live by the game
And in the game I'ma die
And if I die or should
it's my muthafuckin last one
Every nigga and they mama askin why
But I'm in the game live by the game
And in the game I'ma die
And if I die or should
basi heal
Ukichezea ganji zangu itabidi umekula foul
Deep cbd si huvuruga njoka pale town
Kila mtu anadai ni king nani alipatiana crown
Pay me in euros,
steady in some drama
Don't make me don't make me go Boosie on ya
Stay with that llama don't make me go Boosie on ya
Call Boosie up I need a feature from
I can take ya down some
Old back roads
Get lost, have to find
Our way back home
Roll a spliff, get lit
In different area codes
We roll
On any old
clout
Up in the Range Rover with chicks, spray in their mouth
Drain 'em out, set up for the wet up, bang 'em out
These streets in Queens remain
niggas ain't playin'
Got my first choppa for a bill 50 (mane)
Mane I wish that bitch was still with me
As a juvenile, hid it by the club
Got
a must
by tha year 2000
lil wayne gone tear this game up
Verse 2(lil wayne of tha hotboys)
Boss b,slow down in tha jag ya lost me
u kno how i flow in tha
I got goons in the trap for the right cost
I watch you leap out then I take a nice loss
I play it raw and I ain't
Leavin till ya lights off
Fresh
Consequence Problem they Outkast ya mane
Leaders Of The New School buss down the frame
Til you Blu in the face man so glad you came
Comptons Most Wanted had
locked up
Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never saved shit
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same
blinkies
Instagram flexing
Got em acting prissy
Niggas fake pressing
With that bullshit you can miss me
See you in tha streets and make ya pussies get
Juvenile voice:
I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when I am sad,
You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2
profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
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