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Young Juve

(Wodie we get down but to a certain extent all that shoe shoeing with them hoes be getting my name bent) Private sell jammed on me in the car I was pissed 80k on that new Beamer I ain’t humble I’m lit Instagramming my piff I chose money over pussy I abandon my bitch High voltage I be charging 400 a zip Duce Duce for the midget I’m Loudien in the kitchen Bout to jugg me a nigga Bout to slap me a rapper I’m everywhere cuz I’m active In the club wit my ratchet like how it shoot if it's plastic Niggas working with the DA we ain’t give no passes We catch you lackin in that whip we make it flip no gymnastics I know it’s a drought but we gone still win How yo people still in the house that you got killed in? Retaliating when I’m at the second-line big chilling Riding wit no tent cause I know that shit hurt they feelings 40 in a 10 ain’t talking speed I’m talking Glock Milly is my name cause imma rock on any block Was beefing with my homies had to put that shit aside Blood thicker then the water from the mud where we reside Every time I hit the weed I think about my guys Nigga try to play wit one of them and they gone die All about my money but I’m more about respect Pop out in the city Glock 9 or a tech Outside it get ugly outside it get wet Outside we gone thug till we the only niggas left Outside I just fucked a thot hoe in the car outside Told her that I love her and she know that I lied Twenty four seven every one I get high, I’m the type that get fly just to go on drive by’s Wave to them bitches for a second (HI) If I wave to yo bitch then it’s a blessing (HI) I can’t play wit no nigga keep a weapon (Bye) I can’t lay wit no bitch without protection (I lied) Look I was on staycation couldn’t leave cause I’m the backbone The only thing that’s different ain’t no hoodie or a masked on Glock with attachments Tits and a ass lift You can try to run and she gone spit like a mad bitch Heard a nigga talking out his top that imma has been All because I had his fucking BM in that Batman Blacked out, white Chuck Taylors soulja rag out Cash out you can try to reach and imma flash out Was beefing with my homies had to put that shit aside Blood thicker then the water from the mud where we reside Every time I hit the weed I think about my guys Nigga try to play wit one of them and they gone die All about my money but I’m more about respect Pop out in the city Glock 9 or a tech Outside it get ugly outside it get wet Outside we gone thug till we the only niggas left Outside (Bitch you know how we coming man Ghetto children till I D.I.E) (play with one of them and you gone see)

Written by: Gene Hixon, Kobe CrawfordLyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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