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juvenile - ahh haa lyrics

ahh haa

i wake up in the morning, get out of my bed
put your money, n-gg- honey, doing my hair
tell my old lady i’m a carry that low
it’s all about us, it ain’t about these hoes
this hood is my home, that’s why i got rich
so n-gg-s don’t disturb me, i’m enjoying my sh-t
i’m running all day i’m about to finish my shift
i’m sure a couple honeys and i don’t even gonna trip.

i’m in these streets like ahh haa
down my gees like ahh haa
i get these n-gg-s like ahh haa
i get these hoes like ahh haa
i’m in these streets like ahh haa
down my gees like ahh haa
i get these n-gg-s like ahh haa
i get these hoes like ahh haa

all the b-tches right here with no standards
i don’t need pork but a n-gg- don’t ham
boy, i toss, i already got brainwork,
you can’t feed me, ’cause i already got them
i’m having my fun, raising my son
you’re jealous about that ’cause you don’t even got one
white trucks putting red time, no tags,
i pull up on a block like the american flag.
the golf came dirty, it is what it is
n-gg-s getting off the same as my kids
hold it that me off, they told this sh-t ain’t real
walk a couple inches down the street and got killed
dance to the nothing, even change my mind
if i got right up, probably be my time
i’m in these streets chasing my dreams
’cause i can call shots, well i don’t work with our dream.

my n-gg- won’t like when i’m moving on side
i get another violation, i’m a catch fire
right on the stop, i’m pulling like forbe
and the push big boy one twenty five lodge
and i go hard when they’re turning my fame
i got twenty half fees and the b-tches don’t jam
i look a motherf-cker in his eyes like what
’cause i don’t get a feet from five from f-ck
and a boy bless, all the way fresh
my girl talking with me, together we turn next
like when i was young and wasn’t making no sense
now that i’m mature, b-tch, i’m about to go in.
i bought the store dreams, i mean when i speak
i can have a bad day, i gotta have a good week
i inherit a good with looking for the right spot
someone nice and comfortable and no one got shot.

i wake up in the morning, get out of my bed
put your money, n-gg- honey, doing my hair
tell my old lady i’m a carry her low
it’s all about us, it ain’t about these hoes
this hood is my home, that’s why i got rich
so n-gg-s don’t disturb me, i’m enjoying my sh-t
i’m running all day i’m about to finish my ship
i’m sure a couple honeys and i don’t even gonna trip.

- juvenile lyrics

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