Lyrics:
I want to welcome you, this place is open all the time
There's always crazy stress that's running circles in your mind
We've got something that I
Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it?
Knock, knock, who is it? Nigga, let me the fuck in
C'mon
Somebody open this door, I'm trying to get
da glug down liquor
Life goes on for all the day trippers
Starts off small but it's gonna get bigger
By the end of this letter it may all be better
"Where it's at Pap? Let me see it"
Pulled out the Glock and showed him the beam
He like, "God damn, Pap'
It's like that?"
What the fuck you think this is
Park his whip all u gon hear is the
Horn beep
You don't got to pay for the fonk
We'll give you free beef
Go and take a trip by yo self no need
For ten
boy
I don't fuck with hi-points, this a Glock, boy
And I'm a Soulja Livin' Tru, that's off top, boy
Why you got your shirt off, cause I'm hot, boy
Where
filled with arrows
The fuck with me by wasting all my patience chasing shadows
Made plans to go big and get great fans
But the trip to Graceland is
This is my mother fucking this
Is my mother fucking
This is my mother fucking this
Is my fucking house
This is my mother fucking this
Is my mother
Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music
This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music
Nigga let's toast to it
DJ Khaled!
We just gon' fuck up
You know man
Somebody told me that (laugh)
Dying is easy, Living is hard
Laid back, thinking 'bout life
Hoping for better days I'm trying
You hear me, I say, I say (stay off this shit, dawg)
This is real, I got a real meanin' to these tat's on my sleeve
(Buddah Bless this beat)
Lovin' the wealth, fuck it I'ma do it myself
For my juvenile niggas (what)
State Penn niggas (what)
LOX niggas (what)
And Made Men niggas (what)
this up
If the label don't wanna I'mma do it by myself
'Cause the independent money prolly better for my health
Put the money where the mouth is, if you
how much doe we get
Truth is, I'm just living my life written in rhyme
I give a fuck if you don't like it then fine, hey just remember
Truth is...
I
how much doe we get
Truth is, I'm just living my life written in rhyme
I give a fuck if you don't like it then fine, hey just remember
Truth is...
I
this is not a bad dream, man
I don't really wanna talk about it
'Cause every time I talk about it, I go off about it
And every time I get like that I
I was raised a man
So why don't care if he cannot be a man (Aye)
I don't need to lend another man a hand you have to be Juvenile to understand whoa
livin' right
Gotta feed the block, niggas starvin', they got appetites (ayy)
And this is everyday, it never gets old (old)
Thought I was a juvenile
[Juvenile]
I'ma stay thuggin, how I came is how I leave
When I say somethin, best believe that's how it be
Motherfuckers, too - yeah I said it,
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - see'mon!
What why'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up
For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut
What
my sweat cause that was a close call
gettin' ganked by the E is a lesson
So is there any more questions?
Yes, as a matter of fact, there is
Have
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms would hurry up
So I could get buck
Wild juvenile ripping mics
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
.jpg/237px-Juvenile(rapper).jpg "Juvenile")
Discuss these who the fuck is this by juvenile Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In