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juvenile baby - you know dat right lyrics

[intro]
huh (huh, huh, yeah)
you know that, right? (p+ssy, yeah, yeah)
we still gon’ get you, boy, you know that, right? (yeah)
huh, sh+t, i hope you do
baow, n+gga

[pre+chorus]
some sh+t just ain’t right, that gangster sh+t don’t match your résumé (it don’t match your résumé)
all these b+tches for the streets, she must think i was born yesterday (born yesterday, baow)
i ain’t tryna waste no time and chill (you what?), i could be somewhere catchin’ plays (i got it all, n+gga)
instead of feedin’ the whole team, them n+ggas took a extra plate (took a extra plate, n+gga)

[chorus]
real bosses get sh+t done and don’t speak on it, you know that, right? (yeah, you know that, right? what?)
you can try to hide, but we gon’ seek on you, you know that, right? (while you on your ass, n+gga, ha)
that money get sh+t touched for real (huh?), but you know that, right? (but you know that, right?)
these hoes gon’ f+ck whoever winnin’ (huh? huh?), bruh, you know that, right? (huh? bruh, you know that, right?)

[verse 1]
this sh+t be common sense (be common sense), this sh+t not no rocket science (no rocket science)
i’m ridin’ in a brand new beamer (huh? skrrt, skrrt), this sh+t modified (skrrt)
i want your head (huh? grrah), b+tch, we ain’t givin’ out no body shots (grrah, grrah, givin ‘out no body shots)
them bullets hit your skin and burn you like it’s icyhot (like it’s icyhot, huh? huh?)
i had to grind and get it, i ain’t have no f+ckin’ choice (no f+ckin’ choice)
them n+ggas all bark, no bite (n+gga), they just make f+ckin’ noise (they just make f+ckin’ noise, n+gga)
it’s crazy how he say he havin’, but he unemployed (he unemployed)
the plug just dropped off fifty ps, i need a hundred more (need a hundred more, huh?)
we get ’em in and get ’em to your door, front door service (yeah, n+gga, huh?)
can’t be a gangster with no money livin’ with no purpose (yeah, n+gga)
i pulled up in a srt, this motherf+cker jerkin’ (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
i like to finger f+ck my pole, jit, your bl!ck still a virgin (grrah, yeah)
[pre+chorus]
some sh+t just ain’t right, that gangster sh+t don’t match your résumé (don’t match your résumé)
all these b+tches for the streets, she must think i was born yesterday (born yesterday)
i ain’t tryna waste no time and chill (chill), i could be somewhere catchin’ plays (grrah, grrah)
instead of feedin’ the whole team, them n+ggas took a extra plate (took a extra plate, n+gga)

[chorus]
real bosses get sh+t done and don’t speak on it, you know that, right? (you know that, right? what?)
you can try to hide, but we gon’ seek on you, you know that, right? (while you on your ass, n+gga)
that money get sh+t touched for real, but you know that, right? (but you know that, right? huh?)
these hoes gon’ f+ck whoever winnin’, bruh, you know that, right? (bruh, you know that, right?)

[verse 2]
i’m front and center with this sh+t like, “lights, camera, action” (camera, action, n+gga)
i say a word, my n+ggas spin like you turned off the traction (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
i ain’t givin’ opps attention, they just want reactions (reactions, want reactions)
broke n+ggas don’t deserve p+ssy, you still let ’em have it (what the f+ck? haha)
sh+t be crazy nowadays
you don’t want no issues with me, n+gga, stay up out my way (get the f+ck up out my way)
if you ain’t worth my f+ckin’ time, i’m gon’ pull up an hour late (an hour late, n+gga, huh?)
it’s like every day my birthday, i wake, i’m gettin’ cake, n+gga (i’m gettin’ cake, n+gga)

[pre+chorus]
some sh+t just ain’t right, that gangster sh+t don’t match your résumé (don’t match your résumé)
all these b+tches for the streets, she must think i was born yesterday (born yesterday, what?)
i ain’t tryna waste no time and chill (chill), i could be somewhere catchin’ plays (grrah, grrah)
instead of feedin’ the whole team, them n+ggas took a extra plate (took a extra plate, n+gga)
[chorus]
real bosses get sh+t done and don’t speak on it, you know that, right? (you know that, right? what?)
you can try to hide, but we gon’ seek on you, you know that, right? (while you on your ass, n+gga)
that money get sh+t touched for real, but you know that, right? (but you know that, right?)
these hoes gon’ f+ck whoever winnin’, bruh, you know that, right? (bruh, you know that, right?)

- juvenile baby lyrics

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