Archive for category J
Johnny Ace – Pledging My Love
Forever my darling our love will be true
Always and forever I’ll love only you
Just promise me darling your love in return
May this fire in my soul dear forever burn
My heart’s at your command dear
To keep love and to hold
Making you happy is my desire dear
Keeping you is my goal
I’ll forever love you
For the rest of my days
I’ll never part from you
Or your loving ways
Just promise me darling your love in return
May this fire in my soul dear forever burn
My heart’s at your command dear
To keep love and to hold
Making you happy is my desire dear
Loving you is my goal
I’ll forever love you
For the rest of my days
I’ll never part from you
Or your loving ways
Just promise me darling your love in return
May this fire in my soul dear forever burn
Juvenile – U Understand
CMR bitch. G Code nigga G code nigga G code nigga
Juvenile:
I ain’t no pussy ass nigga (ya understand)
I’m a rapper but I’m still a gorilla (ya understand)
I’ll whip ya like the Thrilla Manilla (ya understand)
You gon’ make me have to kill me a nigga (ya understand)
I’m a be here for a minute lil wodie (ya understand)
Ain’t bout to let nobody fuck over me (ya understand)
I don’t need ya playa hatin’ on Juvey (ya understand)
Don’t be talkin’ about what you gon’ do with me (ya understand)
I’ll ride everyday of the week (ya understand)
Ya get ya issue when ya playin’ with me (ya understand)
I’ll crawl at the spot that ya sleep (ya understand)
Get with my niggas from the block and we creep (ya understand)
Load it up cock it back and get ready (ya understand)
Make sure you be holdin’ it steady (ya understand)
We gon’ go in there and blow the bitch up (ya understand)
Soon as we get ‘em we gon’ all get the fuck (ya understand)
Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)
Shhhh, be quiet
Tonight is the night that we ride
30 camoflauge Hummers with niggaz inside
With choppers, doin – surgery on bodies like they doctors
Juvenile:
I know when to get my ass outta Dodge (ya understand)
Look them people ridin’ I’m gonna hide (ya understand)
I’m a wait until them bitches slow down (ya understand)
Cuz I ain’t tryin’ to be jail bound (ya understand)
It ain’t over till the fat man fall (ya understand)
I’m just waitin’ on the right phone call (ya understand)
You know them hoes gon’ let me know where they at (ya understand)
Nigga got me I’ma go get em back (ya understand)
One by one they all gonna drop (ya understand)
Right here is where the foolishness stop (ya understand)
I’m tryin’ to get the bullshit over (ya understand)
Cuz I wanna go and chill in the ‘Nolia (ya understand)
We need to get some more ammunition (ya understand)
Cuz somebody’s bout to come up missin’ (ya understand)
Now everybody hop in the truck (ya understand)
And when ya see one of them bitches ya bust (ya understand)
Chorus
Juvenile:
Fuck jumpin’ out I’m a slang me some iron(ya understand)
When I catch them niggas all of ‘em dyin’ (ya understand)
Nigga listen up to what we gon’ do (ya understand)
I’m about to give the game to you (ya understand)
That’s the reason why I came to you (ya understand)
Cuz playin’ ain’t the thang to do (ya understand)
It ain’t that hard I did it before (ya understand)
U just gon’ make sure let nobody know (ya understand)
I’ll bet ya them boys wanna rep (ya understand)
They tryin’ to get the shit off they chest (ya understand)
It ain’t over lil daddy be cool (ya understand)
Nigga tired of the nigga we through (ya understand)
You know you better stay pretty cool (ya understand)
We bout to go and punish this fool (ya understand)
Hop out the car and let that iron ring ya understand)
That’s the end of this stupid ass thing (ya understand)
Chorus 2X
Shh be quiet
Shh be quiet
Juvenile – That’s How It Be Happenin’
That’s How It Be Happenin’
That’s How It Be Happenin’
That’s How It Be Happenin’
That’s How It Be Happenin’
Now dis fool name of Terrel
Seems he was doin’ swell
Over tha years where he sell
Was betta than clientele
My niggas was gettin’ big
He slung eva since a kid
And always got glamour rides for all of tha shit he did
He had a bad attitude
Nigga selfish and rude
One day he got in a fight in gloom and he gone killed a dude
Thats when A.T.F. got hot
Surveillance up on tha block
They knew he was runnin’ shop
But dis nigga wouldn’t stop
Terrel was a knucklehead
He said mothafuck a fed
Look come if you wanna come and off with you bitches head
Surely dem people came
Git down on yo face and hand
They took tha dope and choked terrel wit a rope man
He thought he would go to jail
5-0 took tha bitch to hell
They took tha dope and said he got crossed in drug sale
[chorus] [that's how it be happenin'
That's how it be happenin'
I tried to warn my nigga but dem people but they snatched him
That's how it be happenin'
That's how it be happenin'
I tried to warn my nigga but dem people but they snatched him]
Tha next one is sharolin
Addicted to heroin
Gave birth to her son at 15 and now she scared of him
Look he was a balla’ so
That made her a stupid ho
I heard he sold his dope out a house in the caliope
Stung her for much furl
Then shot it up his arm
Dat dope busst her heart and thats how sharolin left the world
Now guess what her son use
He snorted boy(heroin) too
He robbed some nigga dat brung drama to his whole crew
Dat multiplied enemies
One of em’ slangin’ keys
And they got boys who got boys that strapped with artillery’s
Now he done on his knees
Beggin’ lord help me please
Dat nite he got on dat dope and went out he was off his knees
Walkin’ without a gun
They caught him roun’ hit and run
Pulled out dat Tommy gun
Knockin’ holes in his fuckin’ lung
[chorus]
Nigga done throwed the cross
And the boss
Be the nigga steped on
So he hired 5 killas that snort up that heroin
To keep his self from being affected
Whoeva mentioned his name got they head-bust on next shit
That next hit
He sent was up in the 2nd line
Dat lexus pulled up shells started flyin
People started runnin’ and cryin’ lyin’
In tha street was tha one that they came for
Bystanders got hit up so a kid in this drug war
That was five
So she couldn’t survive
Homicides said where they at
It happenin’ on our side
But in dem’ killas’ eyes, they on dat dope so it ain’t nothin
Reincarnation is the subject of that discussion
Shit somebody snitch dem people found tha location
Caught 2 out of tha 5 tha they got me down at tha station
Boss man say fuck dem niggas and show nuts
One of dem niggas snitch one of dem nigga hush
Now tha boss gotta pack up shop and leave town
Cuz dem niggas that he know upstate a shank him down
[chorus]
He’s mad cuz we bumped him
My nigga jeff they jumped him
I know one of dem niggas and when I catch em i’m gon’ stump him
Look aw dis heart hea’ don’t pump no pussy
I’ll be forced to do something real bad if you try and push me
I went to see my nigga zoe but he told me “ain’t nothin”
I say man dis long way I came in wit somethin’
He came out wit one I say what is these called silver-sacks
He told me no stupid-ass
We call dem my nickel bags
I bus one up wit him cuz he my nagua
At two in the mornin’ some niggas was standin’ beside us
One of dem niggas had a glock I heard him cock it
He told us shat the fuck up and empty out cho’ pockets
I droped it
They grabbed it and got ghosted and layed low
That jackin’ happend so fast it fucked up my head zoe
Juvenile talkin……
Juvenile – Take Them 5
Juvenile:
I hate to be doin’ 5 but 10 even worse
I’ma take it before the district attourney strike first
Beside he know what I did and they got evidence
And I’m not about to play with them people inteligence
Muthafuckaz try to stay peep me at my residence
Chargin’ me for homicide they say it was negligent
Fuck it I’ma accept my lick when it come to me
Now let me see how many of these bitches gon’ run for me
Shit, my breath funky with a migraine headache
Big pissed off cause I know I made a mistake
But that’s what I get fuckin’ with pussy ass niggaz
And 2 dollar hoes that’ll trade you for cash figures
They did that. but I got a way to get ‘em back
Not with the police though Juve ain’t no rat
Nigga tell me shit I done fallen for the end
And you woulda had that dick look when you’d caught that 10
Chorus: Juvenile (2x)
You gon’ take ‘em (Five)
Are you gon’ take that shit to trial
And gon’ deny it
Violate probation when you just got caught, with that ride
That alibi ain’t gon’ work
Ain’t it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin’ that dirt
Juvenile:
All the money in the world can’t even move you
Your lawyers tryin’ to fuck you, the judge tryin’ to do you
The district attourney don’t give a fuck about y’all
Cause he gotta run run for office again in the fall
So everything he cross examine he tryin’ to fuck over
Brothers on his shoulder, tryin’ to read his quota
You wastin’ ya time boy when you wastin’ they time
Cause they’ll start off with a nickel and try and give you a dime
You think I’m lyin’, go ask my cousin KC
You think I’m lyin’, go ask my cousin Ducky
Both of my niggaz just cam home from doin’ a bit
Both of my niggaz know what encarceration is
Lil Daddy, you fightin’ a war you can’t win
Your guilty as charged soon as them people stand up in
So accept ya lick, you got caught with more than a brick
And you ain’t gon see the streets ’til two-thousand and six
Chorus: Juvenile (2x)
Juvenile:
It’s sharks out here boy, niggaz be rattin’
You be up in penitentiary and don’t know what happened
Law, you’re tellin’ me you’re wanted for murder and kidknappin’
Short on they information so they lyin’ and scrappin’
You don’t want to be in jail that ain’t you’re place
When your child graduate you gon’ look her in the face
Tell her lil wodie out there hustlin’ somewhere across the nation
All in the projects, take that probation
Believe it or not, you be up in the cell block
Far away from home where you can’t eeven sell rocks
Bitches ain’t on your side like up in the bricks
Cause once you up in the jailhouse they searchin’ for that dick
Sco’ no, cho’ no, I’m single
My man up in jail, I can still mingle
I’m my own woman, fuck who, what, or when
My man can’t whip me, cause he doin’ ten
Chorus: Juvenile (4x)
Juvenile – Solja Rag
Intro: [helicopter sound effects]
Verse One:
You ’bout dat paper?
You on top?
You handlin’ business?
You doin’ swell?
Down with yo’ niggaz to da finish?
Are you willin’?
To hit da streetz up and make a killin’?
Are you a villain?
Pushin’ a Bentley makin’ millions?
Do you do your time?
Without rattin’ on your partners?
Do you kill your beef?
With a pistol or a chopper?
Is you da man?
Do you pay all of your bills?
Did you make a plan?
And won’t stop ’till it fulfilled?
Can you handle coke?
Can you handle dope?
Ain’t afraid to go?
Even though you know?
Look… lil’ Daddy…
Do you take care of yo’ kids?
Is it clean in yo’ crib?
Can’t you stand to eat some ribs?
Ain’t it scandalous how we live?
You ball with Cash Money?
Do you like Manny track?
Ain’t it shive how I rap?
Puttin’ New Orleans on the map!
You brush ya teeth?
You on dem hoes?
You got dem Ree[bok]s on ya feet?
With dem Girbauds?
Chorus1: 4X
Then you a SOLJA nigga, put up a solja rag!!!
Put up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag
Verse Two:
Now what’s happenin’ wit’ you?
You knockin’ dem heads off too?
You do what a playa do?
You fuck in the Rochambeau?
You ain’t scared to blast?
When you got dat iron witcha
Do you bust his ass?
You acts a ass?
You got ya ski mask?
And ya solja rag?
Look…
You ready to blow a bag?
Can you hustle like it’s legal?
Can you avoid da people?
And hotwire your Regal?
You ’bout dat evil?
Look…
You on some ignorant shit?
When that hoe get flip
Now can you punish da bitch?
You like dem Beamers?
You like dem Benz 500s?
You like dem Hummers?
You like dem big fine womens?
You a playa ain’t ya?
None of these bitch niggaz could fade ya!
The ghetto made ya!
Dope fiends and junkies raised ya!
Do you sleep in suites?
Do you go shopping every week?
When you hit da streetz
You got dem Reeboks on your feet?
Chorus 2:
Then you a SOLJA nigga, put up a solja rag!!
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag
Throw up a soljah rag
Chorus1: 2X
Verse Three:
Is you a paper chaser?
You got your block on fire?
Remainin’ a G?
Until the moment you expire?
You know what it is?
To make nothin’ outta somethin’?
You handle your biz?
And don’t be cryin’
And its somethin’
Your niggaz is in ya?
You got your girlfriends witcha?
Since you was a kid?
You was a instant wig-splitter?
You twinkle your slug?
You ain’t no bitch huh?
You stompin’ ya box in the mud?
A Hot Boy microwave oven
Tatooted up, booted up
None of you bitches lovin’
Your windows are tinted?
You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it?
You don’t fuck with dem Nike tennis?
You play with Barettaz?
You sleep in the Royal Sonesta?
You won’t fuck Vanessa?
You got chopperz up on ya dresser?
You believe in GOD?
But can you handle it when its hard?
And represent your ward?
You be stalkin’ the boulevard?
Chorus 3:
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
[Outro]
Juvenile – Run For It
[Featuring Lil Wayne]
(Juvenile)
I be comin’ up wit da glock toy
You can stop boy
You ain’t heard I’m off tha block boy
Chipp pedy chop boy
Off in ya cut is where I’m layin
Ready fo’ sprayin’
Soon as I see yo face and hand
I ain’t wit dat playin’
My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation
My daddy tol’ me I ain’t shit wit outta occupation
So I played the game
Bust yo head if you said my name
I had some of deez niggaz scared I came
I kno’ some niggaaz out tha (mag)nolia that’ll ride fo’ me
I kno’ some niggaz hollin’ solja dat a die fo’ me
T.C., L.B. Magnolia ?????????????????????
Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks
You disrespectin’ my mind cuz you keep comin’ short
I might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taught
You keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a joke
You mus thank deez bullets ain’t real and you ain’t gon git smoke
(Chorus)
Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come
You betta run for it, run for it, run
If ya ain’t gotta strap but cho enemy got one
You betta run for it, run for it, run
And if you git into it wit a cash money brotha
You betta run for it, run for it, run
(Lil Wayne)
I be in ??? Lex some times
Sometimes I be jumpin out trees in camouflage
Me and Juvenile got two keys we bout ta ride
Dem boyz playin wit da U.P.T. well dey gots to die
Man its that deep
It’s a tragedy
That you can test me
Heard I run in houses ?????????????????????????????
Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggaz
Fo’ I mask up and try ta kill deez niggaz
You’ont’ want my stress troubles
I be back in 2 hummers and 5 lex-bubbles
Wa my big brother Juvy
Tol’ me not to eva letta nigga screw me
Tol’ me if I eva did he would do me
Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin’
And then they start runnin’
Hardest niggaz on tha block started actin like a woman
Tha 4-foot stranger in ya area bustin’
Load it up and slide it in
Cock it back pop it out we ridin
??? ? I’ll run in a busta spot
I’ll sit on a busta porch
I’ll sleep on a busta block
Apply five and then let go
!Bang! ???????????????????????????????
Motha-flirk see I’ont’ curse
But’ll wet up yo shirt
Look all my enemy’s see me comin
All my enemy’s peeeeeeeeeuuuunggggggghhhhh be runnin’
(Chorus)
(Juvenile)
You thank I’m playin-a somthin Lil Woo dey’ I ain’t trippin’
Tha beef started last week and dem niggaz still be hittin’
Two children got killed and a ol’ lady got hit
Look I’m bout ta git tha fuck cuz I ain’ got no time fo’ dis shit
Now you can be comin’ through
And runnin to a gun if you feel
That they ain’t gon’ do you shit cuz ya real
I’ont’ wanna be witcha when its hapning either
I probally be some where ducked off takin a nap wit my people
I’d rather see it on T.V. than see it in person
Having my fucking’ head hurtin’
When dem 30′s be burstin’
Bet if yo beef see ya he ain’t gon wait fo’ ya dog
Our all gon’ try to rearrange ja face fo’ ya dog
2nd line and round dem clubs ain’t no place fo ya dog
Dem same niggaz you come up wit playa-hatin ya dog
I see em comin wit choppers and I know they gon’ bust
Lil’ Wayne hol’ up
We kiting out sho’ nuff’
(Chorus) 2x
Run for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it
Go git cha gun for it
Ya betta run for it, run for it, run
Run for it, run for it, run, run for it
Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run
Get cha gun for it , gun for it, gun
Get cha gun for it gun for it
Juvenile – Rich Niggaz
Why why why
Why why why
Why why
Cash Money Rich Niggaz
Look
(Lil Wayne)
Loud tights big rims
Nigga that’s my life
As I pull up at the club sorry that’s my knife
I know a lot of haters probably saying that that’s not right
Well my diamonds so much bigger
So that’s my life
Gleam gleam
Now only carry big face and you hear the ching ching
Now you can ask your wife and she will say the same thing
And your children be amazed when they see me on the big screen
Ha, ha, ha
I crack myself up
I know I talk lot but I can back myself up
Got a little house on the beach that’s where I shack myself up
You ain’t really got more money than me
Think about it
Let’s just say somebody gave me a check to think about it
So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it
And even though ice is like a Prince concert that ain’t crowded
They see the Beam, and the truck, and the B-12
And we was next
Then that’s when I pull up in the B-E-L
Le-Le-Lex
Ha
(1st Chorus)
I’m on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
(Juvenile)
Juvenile I used to be
R-E-T-A bound
Now I be busting these bitches when I come around
Acting like a nigga that ain’t never had shit
Look into my bed saying that’s a mad hit
I’ll damned if these diamonds and golds ain’t shining
My Rollie ain’t rinning
My bank and climbing
You looking at a multi-millionaire in the flesh
Might don’t have it now, but I just got me a check
I can walk it like I talk it
Play it how I say it
Teach it like I preach it
Now, put that in your head
Nigga, Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand-ain’t nothing
Smoke a pound, pop the crystal and drink something
Meet me in the casino
Way in the back
Using money like a motherfucker
Still shooting crack
Tomorrow I’ll be back
I got millionaire status
We make so much money IRS be looking at us
(Repeat 1st Chorus 1X)
(Turk)
I got more ends than Bonnie have in a factory
I’m Lil Turk, I’m living large, got the baddest hoes after me
Picture me, a young nigga bawling out of control
Playing with millions, laying in condos
Nigga I shine, shine through the fucking week
The flyiest ride with crystal in the passenger seat
Don’t hate me, ’cause I’m a little bawler
Got more weight than Angola
Fucking your girl Carla
Nigga I stunt,
And I’m a stunt ’til I can’t no more
Chest lit up like the oaks
From the diamonds I sport
Yo, I can’t be touched
Don’t think I’m too much, nigga I’m rich what the fuck
Rolex crushed out with the bezel
And all the foes that get close to me got to be on my schedule
I got so much money
I don’t know what to do
Buy isles and cars
And break bread with my crew
(2nd Chorus)
I’m on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
B.G. on Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
(Paparue)
Uh, uh, uh
Hear me
It’s like, monkey see, monkey do
Rolling with the Cash Money Runners I stay true
Cause when were running and climbing on the million-dollar scene
Holding together, mo-de-ming, mo-de-ming
When I bring out the rubber around the Hummer
??? Benz, or in the Lex Bubble
When I start they said I had no fame
Now all the girls just end up calling my name
10 G’s to ???
Fax the contract to big Cash Money
Cause you know this whole clique right with me
They’re right with me
Sip-pe-di-dy
Won’t count the diamonds just around my neck
X amount-a dollars on a bankroll check
If you want to really come and sing with me
Those that got me wicked, then I do some free
For free!
Juvenile – Pimpinabitch
First Verse:
The Mac Melph Calio walker the shot caller the big baller
The fiend that’ll sell your daughter
The 6th & Baronne connection
No disrespect to my section
The nigga who made you who you is
The nigga who put furniture in your crib
The nigga that’ll burn you where you live
The landcruiser snatcher the coop filter King smoker
The nine toter the glock cocker the fine chopper
The kill the cop blocker,
The brown, dirty forty bottle,
The Freret Street hoe driver,
The old Saab, the rusty Faygo getter,
The Swisher Sweet babysitter,
The pluck hood seller, the Good fella,
The twenty-one year old Beretta,
The Ca$h Money contract receiver,
The erase a non-believer,
The chicken wing eaters
Chorus:
We Pimpinabitchandcheckinthemniggas because we comin’ from Uptown
Second Verse:
God the lowly spinach givers,
The U.T.P. liver splitters,
The dice game riches,
The card player, the Magnolia hallwayer,
The herb smoke follower, the St. Ide’s swallower,
The Fa Sho hollerer,
The reebok wearer, the Camoflauge era,
The White boy terror, the duckin’ undercovers,
The project muthafuckas,
The Tulane & Broad escapers,
The 1997 paper chasers,
The teenage cellular phoner
The Uptown big boner,
The sip on Corona,
The Bayou classic, hoe attraction,
Bout that action, pussy satisfaction,
Situation starter, War to starter,
The spin the dime to chip up the plastic glock ripper
The fire screen ripper,
The B.G. CD listener,
The Big Boy headache giver
Chorus (3X)
Third Verse:
The penitenairy time doers,
The three time losers,
The heroin users,
The sixth and Willis twillers,
The L.D. and T.C. nigga,
The Clara Street killers,
The Calliope cut-throaters,
The Melphanine duct tapers,
The St. Thomas duct tapers,
The Valence Street kidnappers,
The Holly Grove bitch smackers
The Pigeontown chopper toters,
The Gert-Town fire smokers,
The crooked copper,
The politician shit popper,
The faggot preachers,
The hypocrite teachers,
The gumbo cooker,
The Bourbon Street hookers,
The aluminum can pickers
The drug dealer ass kissers,
The pork chop eaters, the CYC dick beaters
The bet’cha I could beat’chas,
The Holy Karan readers,
CMB ballers, the record business shot-callers
Chorus (6x)
Juvenile – Livin In The Projects
First (only) Verse:
I’m a nigga from the third with a helluva nerve
And if you cross my line then you will get served
I win lose or die this happens everyday
Muthafuckas get killed in this game I play
I put these hands on a nigga cuz he talk too much
He told my business to a bitch I had to fuck him up
When I confronted this nigga he got highly upset
Took off his shirt booted up then looked down to my chest,
So I slammed his ass, the nigga started to kick,
I went to stompin’ in his face, fuckin’ up his shit,
Gave him a good ass whippin’, then I started to steppin’,
I saw him reachin’ in his pants, I seen he was stressin’,
The niggas was stuntin’, but I had mine,
Five times through the chest, family outside cryin’,
On the way back home, I saw this sharp ass lady,
Polo down, hair fixed, and some gold earrings,
I asked just where she’s headed, she said “7th Ward”,
Release the fine bitch out the St. Bernard,
She hopped in the ride, I take the hoe to Popeye’s,
Got a three piece white, cold drink, and small fries
The hoe got full, we went to the Rochambeaux,
Took off her clothes and bust three nuts and after that I was through,
Took her halfway home and told the bitch “Get on”,
Didn’t give a fuck about her cuz I gave her the bone,
Everyday somebody else will get, hung by the gaffler,
Niggas roll down the ave., cuz I’m the neighborhood amp,
Fuckin’ around with the Juvenile and you get your brains blown out,
Cuz that’s what livin’ all up the project is all about
Juvenile – Juvenile On Fire
Lets say I’m in a room with a bitch
And the hoe don’t wanna fuck
Like a man I’ma beat my meat
And get my fuckin nut
Fo’sho she gonna be drove then
And I’ma cut the TV off
And got to sleep on that hoe then
Now tell that to your girlfriend
You tell her everything else
She goin to be with her boyfriend
You goin to be by your damn self
While I’m in my benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don’t want nothing
But some mouth and lip service
Don’t act bad
Don’t get mad
Thats all I can do with you
Cause I don’t want your ass
Look you kinda fine
With a nigga name on your spine
Now respect my fuckin mind
How I’ma hit that from behind
Got a hoe across the court
And Molly boots the next door
I’m getting tired of you rappers
Its time for me to restore
I done fixed these bitches house up
And have them living swell
But and still a nigga like me was eating a taco bell
But after that shit
All that trick shit I stopped it
And lock my fuckin pockets
You can’t kick it or pop it
Now I get what I can get
Out of these hoes and I’m up
And if she wanna flex up
I’ma back the hoe up
Chorus: X4
Girl thats Juvenile
You don’t know he on fire
17 inch Momo’s
Black magic on his tire
See I know how to treat a hoe
Just talkin and great a hoe
Niggas know I don’t need a hoe
Don’t mix up your people hoe
If I tell you do something
You better do what I say
If you plannin on playin me
Better get out my way
A bitch will get you killed
Thats the way I think
>From some old bitch ass nigga
Trying to receive my bank
Pussy come and it go
It been like that before I got here
Pussy don’t wait for me or no nigga
But its gonna stop here
For a little while
So I’ma get what I could
And if she bout sucking some dick
I ain’t hatin its all good
Now can I get that out you
It ain’t hard to do
You a fine muthafucka
And it starts with you
I’m trying to fuck something till it can’t see
What I’ma show you with this dick
You gonna thank me
A nigga gonna be like that untill the moment I retire
Ask them bitches bout me
And they gonna say that I’m on fire
Chorus X4
If I even fuck with a bitch
She gonna know
Not to conversate with niggas
And to open my door
My business is my business
It ain’t to be heard
My niggas is my niggas
So you don’t say a word
And you don’t touch my shit
You don’t drive my shit
I got dope in the house
And I hide my shit
I have bad nerves
I hope you don’t try my shit
Do right and nice things I’ma buy my bitch
Some bitches you gotta play’em with a long string
You play them close
And you gonna be bangin wrong things
You got something that I hear you don’t wanna bring
You not a muthafuckin player you a punk main
Let me get one of them hoes up on this dope dick
Stop handcuffin that bitch let her approach this
You know when Juvenile comes he has to smoke shit
I’m on fire on fire
And you know this
Chorus X6
You can fuck my bitch
You can fuck my bitch
You can fuck my bitch
You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don’t love that bitch
I don’t trust that bitch
You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don’t love that bitch
I don’t trust that bitch
You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don’t love that bitch
I don’t trust that bitch
You can fuck my bitch
Let me fuck your bitch
I don’t love that bitch
I don’t trust that bitch
You don’t know he on fire
You don’t know he on fire
You don’t know he on fire
You don’t know he on fire
[Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot]
My bitch is your bitch
My bitch is your bitch
Your bitch is my bitch
My bitch is your bitch
My bitch is your bitch
Your bitch is my bitch
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