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Juvenile - For Everybody lyrics
[Wacko] Yeah, U T P nigga, come on!K L C nigga, come on!Holla! [Verse 1: Wacko] I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws Ya man trippin'? Girl, look we can creep on Ya friends stressin' too, I'll flip all 3 of yall Respect my steez, I ain't really bout fallin' in love I travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9 To these niggas I'm easy to be provokin' Look, I got 1 in the chamber and I been smokin' Don't make me proceed I'll hit you from ya neck to ya knees Have ya gaggin' where ya barely could breathe But I ain't in here for this Whoadie, I'm in here to get me a bitch Bring her back to the telly to issue some dick Hook up with Juve and Skip, go get me a brick And get ready for next Sunday, to snatch a new bitch [Chorus: repeat 3X] [Juvenile]You can have an ole' lady [Skip]But them hoes [Wacko]They for everybody [Juvenile]Let her go dawg, that ain't ya hoe dawg [Skip]Let me get broke off [Wacko] Up in this jump off! [Verse 2: Skip] I done tightened up on my G dog I was ducked out at first but now I beat broads Cock back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars! Respect my gangsta I see you lookin' mad now I ain't 'cha I know +50 Cent+ and bitch I ain't no +Wanksta+ And I don't get down like that In the right time, at the right spot If you try to buck, you gone get shot Hey fella, calm down. I know what ya thinkin' But I got 1 in this chamber and I been drinkin' Don't make me proceed Spit in ya face, bastard ya seed Widow ya wife, you don't need my shit in ya life! Especially how I'm feelin' tonight If it was good, it'd be different But it's not, so it's not, so let's end it! And bring this shit back to business You can have yo bitch dog I live by the rules I'm givin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Juvenile] Come on, come on, come on Grab yo bitch by the arm cuz if she stop she hit Oh, I know how to get 'em, I hit her with lotsa dick The simple things I'm knowing that she probably miss And in return, she going out and buyin' me shit! I hope my adversaries is listening: Motherfucka with tryna be eased from these D-vils Cuz we evil in this! I'm not about to waste my cream on a bitch I be outcher tryna get money, while she schemin' for dick I ain't gone lie, if my ole lady leave a nigga, I'm sick But we ain't married, so fuck it, she ain't got nothing to get I had to go in fronta the jury January the 6th I promise, ya Honor, I ain't been doin' the shit! They just like to keep niggas like me in a mix And use it on TV and radio as a skit Wanna see some masks, make a move to the bricks But before you make that move grab the tool and the clips Ya heard me? [Chorus] [Juvenile] Let her go dog, that ain't ya hoe dog [Skip] Let me get broke off [Wacko]In this jump off |
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