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bbg baby joe - juvenile lyrics

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[intro]
drum dummie

[verse]
i’m from the bottom, whip that soft, that’s what we play there
from dracos to cutters, everything, i slang that
i got a couple n-ggas mad, give me my d-ck back
tryna f-ck your daughter in her -ss, do she like that?
bat a n-gga in his sh-t and make that n-gga fight back
i ain’t scared of sh-t, block told me, “you better not stop that”
n-gga shot my brother six times, you know we cancer that
out the window with that stick, you know how i get down with that
rat n-gga in a monkey suit, you know what them bullets do
ask the last n-gga who was walkin’, is he bulletproof?
b-a-b-y, you know j-o-e
that lil’ n-gga out his mind, he be steppin’ for free
he smoke with joe to cool his nerves before he handle his business
pop a perky, out his mind, so he gon’ step on the whitney
i heard it’s money on his head but he died in the trenches
better put insurance on him ‘fore the creatures come get him
sh-t, we be gettin’ it, know we with it, b-tch, we strapped with them poles
and we come through hollerin’ that bottom, b-tch we bangin’ that four
and chopper bullets rip his body, leave his sh-t on the floor
i call lil fred, he out his body, sh-t, my n-gga on go

[chorus]
feelin’ like juvenile, sh-t, you know, 400 degreez
i hop out glen street with this big .223
choppers and red beams’ll clear the whole scene
and i don’t give a f-ck who outside
feelin’ like juvenile, sh-t, you know, 400 degreez
i hop out glen street with this big .223
feelin’ like juvenile, sh-t, you know, 400 degreez
i hop out glen street with this big .223
choppers and red beams’ll clear the whole scene
and i don’t give a f-ck who outside
choppers and red beams’ll clear the whole scene
and i don’t give a f-ck who outside

[chorus]
feelin’ like juvenile, sh-t, you know, 400 degreez
i hop out glen street with this big .223
choppers and red beams’ll clear the whole scene
and i don’t give a f-ck who outside
feelin’ like juvenile, sh-t, you know, 400 degreez
i hop out glen street with this big .223
feelin’ like juvenile, sh-t, you know, 400 degreez
i hop out glen street with this big .223
choppers and red beams’ll clear the whole scene
and i don’t give a f-ck who outside
choppers and red beams’ll clear the whole scene
and i don’t give a f-ck who outside



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