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birdman & juvenile - just another gangsta lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
b-tch (b-tch)
nino, look
d-roc

[chorus: juvenile]
i pull up in that yeah, two-forty on the dash
smart n-gg-, i could make a treasure out a trash
sonnin’ these n-gg-s, they respect me like a dad
just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, i’m a jag
two-forty on the dash
smart n-gg-, i could make a treasure out a trash
they respect me like a dad
just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, i’m a jag

[verse 1: juvenile]
y’all chase b-tches, i chase bags
shoppin’ up in liv, ballet slippers for the swag
and i just got a new crib
’cause i was stuck and had to get it how i live
me and my cousin had to write our own scripts, so
we with the hustlin’, we was small when we was buyin’ cars
stayed in our budget, can’t do nothin’ from behind bars
nothin’ but sufferin’, i know criminals in all the wards
and i don’t judge ’em
mvp, i’m on some james harden sh-t
and f-ck a nine to five, i’m on some money ploy sh-t
you got your money in the bag? b-tch, i need a forklift
i ain’t good with fallin’ off, i’m tryna make the forbes list, hey

[verse 2: birdman]
two-fifty on the whip, a hundred on the tag
the gucci with the cash, two hundred on the dash
bad foreign b-tch with the curves and all
she love a real n-gg-, shot call and ball
see my bloods been poppin’ from my neck of the woods
and then we came up ice rockin’, put the candy on wood
put the stuntin’ in full, it’s all gravy and good
put potatoes on the nine, n-gg-, f-ck ’em, we do it
shine is a must, the people, we duck
we chalk a n-gg- down while we standin’ him up
i’m just a 3rd ward n-gg-, big money on me
we come from the bottom, n-gg-, survive and make it

[verse 3: juvenile]
had to learn my own craft, i was on the wrong path
i was out here livin’ dirty ’til i took a long bath
i done got my sh-t together, now i got my own staff
’bout to f-ck my right hand man up ’cause that n-gg- want half
he see me in my new ‘fit, this sh-t just ain’t simpin’ it
this make them bad b-tches get close like they kin to me
g code in my bones, ain’t no f-ck boy in my tones
and i always keep tools with me case anything goes wrong
d-boying these n-gg-s, they gon’ talk sh-t when i’m gone
street b-tches who f-ck with me gon’ text message my phone
they want to knock me off my throne
try, try, try, but they can’t take me out of my zone

[outro: birdman]
original
hot boy sh-t
you heard me? solid like a rock
yeah, stand tall in the fall
chopper with the sticks, bananas, one

- birdman juvenile lyrics

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