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Verse 1
Lets say I'm in a room with a b*tch...and the ho don't won' fk
Like a man, I'ma beat my meat...and get my fkin nut
Fo'sho...she gon' be drove then
And I'ma cut the TV off and go to sleep on that ho then
Now tell that to your girlfriend, you tell her everything else
She gon' be with her boyfriend - you gon' be by your d*mn 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
That's all I can do wit you, cuz I don't want your ass
Look...you kinda fine with a nigg* name on your spine
Now, respect my fkin mind! How I'ma hit that from behind?
Got a ho across the court, and my lil' boo, she next door
I'm getting tired of you lil' rappers, it's time for me to restore
I done fixed these girls house up...and have them living swell
But still they had a nigg* like me, was eatin a taco bell
But after that s**t...all that trick s**t I stopped it
And lock my fkin pockets, you can't pick it or pop it
Now I get what I can get out of these ho's and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up...then I'ma beat the ho' up
Hook
Girl thats Juvenile...you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's...black magic on his tires (4x's)
Verse 2
See I know how to treat a ho...
Just talkin to greet a ho...
Make her know I don't need a ho...
Don't mix up your people ho...
If I tell you do something you better do what I say
If you plannin on playin me, better get out my way
A b*tch will get you killed - thats the way I think
From some old b*tch as* nigg* trying to receive my bank
p*ssy come and it go, it been like that before I got here
p*ssy don't wait for me or no nigg* - but its gonna stop here...
For a lil' while, so I'ma get what I could
And if she bout sucking some d*ck, I ain't hatin its all good
Now can I get that out you? It ain't hard to do
You a fine muth*fka and you starve me too
I'm tryna fk something till it can't see
What I'ma show you with this d*ck, you gonna thank me
A nigg* gonna be like that until the moment I retire
Ask them girls bout me, they gon' say that I'm on fire
Hook
Girl thats Juvenile...you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's...black magic on his tires (4x's)
Verse 3
If I even fk with a b*tch...
She gon' know
Not to conversate with and to open my door
My business is my business...it ain't to be heard
My is my ...so you don't say a word
And you don't touch my s**t...
You don't drive my s**t...
I got dope in the house...and I hide my s**t
I have bad nerves , I hope you don't try my s**t
Do right and nice things I'ma buy my b*tch
Some girls you gotta play'em with a long string
You play them close and you gonna be thinkin wrong things
You got something that I hear that you don't won' bring
You not a muth*fkin player, you a punk man
Let me get one of them hoes some of this dope d*ck
Stop handcuffin and just let her approach this
You know that Juvenile did not come here to smoke s**t
I'm on fire, I'm on fire...you know it
Hook 5x'x
Juvenile
You can fk my b*tch
You can fk my b*tch
You can fk my b*tch
You can fk my b*tch
Let me fk your b*tch
I don't love that b*tch
I don't trust that b*tch
You can fk my b*tch
Let me fk your b*tch
I don't love that b*tch
I don't trust that b*tch
You can fk my b*tch
Let me fk your b*tch
I don't love that b*tch
I don't trust that b*tch
You can fk my b*tch
Let me fk your b*tch
I don't love that b*tch
I don't trust that b*tch
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 b*tch is your b*tch
My b*tch is your b*tch
Your b*tch is my b*tch
My b*tch is your b*tch
My b*tch is your b*tch
Your b*tch is my b*tch
