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let’s say i’m in a room with a b-tch and the hoe don’t wanna f-ck
like a man i’ma beat my meat and get my f-ckin’ nut
fo’ sho she gonna be drove then and i’ma cut the tv off
and got to sleep on that hoe then
now tell that to your girlfriend, you tell her everything else

she goin’ to be with her boyfriend, you goin’ to be by your damsel
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 with you
’cause i don’t want your -ss

look you kinda fine with a n-gg- name on your spine
now respect my f-ckin’ mind, how i’ma hit that from behind
got a hoe across the court and molly boots the next door
i’m getting tired of you rappers, it’s time for me to restore
i done fixed these b-tches house up and have them living swell

but and still a n-gg- like me was eating a taco bell
but after that sh-t, all that trick sh-t, i stopped it
and lock my f-ckin’ pockets, you can’t kick it or pop it
now i get what i can get out of these hoes and i’m up
and if she wanna flex up then i’ma back the hoe up

girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires
girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires

girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires
girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires

see i know how to treat a hoe, just talkin’ and great a hoe
make a know i don’t need a hoe, don’t mix up your people hoe
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, that’s the way i think
from some old b-tch -ss n-gg- tryin’ 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 n-gg- but it’s gonna stop here

for a little 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’s a fine m-th-f-cka and it starts with you

i’m trying to f-ck something till it can’t see
what i’ma show you with this d-ck, you gonna thank me
a n-gg- gonna be like that until the moment i retire
ask them b-tches ’bout me and they gonna say that i’m on fire

girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires
girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires

girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires
girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires

if i even f-ck with a b-tch she gonna know
not to conversate with n-gg-‘s and to open my door
my business is my business, it ain’t to be heard
my n-gg-‘s is my n-gg-‘s, so you don’t say a word

and you don’t touch my sh-t, you don’t drive my sh-t
i got dope in the house and i hide my sh-t
i have bad nerves, i hope you don’t try my sh-t
do right and nice things i’ma buy my b-tch

some b-tches you gotta play ’em with a long string
you play them close and you gonna be bangin’ wrong things
you got something that i hear you don’t wanna bring
you not a m-th-f-ckin’ player you a punk main

let me get one of them hoes up on this dope d-ck
stop handcuffin’ that b-tch let her approach this
you know when juvenile comes he has to smoke sh-t
i’m on fire on fire, you know this

girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires
girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires

girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires
girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires

girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires
girl that’s juvenile, you don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s like magic on his tires

you can f-ck my b-tch, yea
you can f-ck my b-tch
you can f-ck my b-tch
you can f-ck my b-tch

let me f-ck your b-tch, i don’t love that b-tch
i don’t trust that b-tch, you can f-ck my b-tch
let me f-ck your b-tch, i don’t love that b-tch
i don’t trust that b-tch, you can f-ck my b-tch

let me f-ck your b-tch, i don’t love that b-tch
i don’t trust that b-tch, you can f-ck my b-tch
let me f-ck 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

my b-tch is your b-tch, my b-tch is your b-tch
(hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
your b-tch is my b-tch, my b-tch is your b-tch
(hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
my b-tch is your b-tch, your b-tch is my b-tch
(hot, hot, hot)

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