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Juvenile - Letras


Juve the Great - Album




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[Verse 1: Juvenile]

Ay you wan' score ki, no you wan'score an ounce

I ain't gon' show you shit, make sure you got the right amount

boy I can't front you nuttin but I respect ya G

it could get fatal if I let niggaz get next to me

the junkies like my coke, Doctors, and Lawyers too

they in, and out here all day lookin for the right Peru

I use to do it too but I had to let it go

I can't get loaded I'm lil' wodie that supply the coke

my shit'll have you where you don't even much wanna eat

have you a lack of sleep always out up in them streets

been in rehab for weeks come home and get a bag from me

you gon' relapse indeed, probably want ever leave

don't want no problems I just wanna get this cheddar please

I can't get popped, I've been convicted for two felonies

look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter

I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter



[Chorus]

If you score some coke from me

you will be numb, numb, numb, numb, numb

numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb, numb

if you don't get it from me you will be

dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

you'll be comin back in minutes to get

some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some, some

damn Juvie where you get that

from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from, from



[Verse 2: Juvenile]

They don't work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes

they be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold

and we work off the hit cause we don't fuck with the foes

we don't be sellin them soft we had enough of them sold

weigh it and bring it in this shit is shipped to me

I never transported nothin peep out my history

my house is sittin plush-my cars is lookin lovely

police men wanna cuff me therefore I'm rollin buckets

not tryna make it public don't wanna be the subject

mama tunin it don't spend ya money boy stay in ya budget

I seen alot of fools goin buyin alot of shoes

they children not in school they gotta lot to prove

I puts my money back up in my flip

some to the side incase them people run up in my shit

chopper up all the time with two taped up clips

and if you come fuckin with mine I'm a use this bitch

they want me for distrubution from New Orleans to Houston

someone been runnin there mouth tellin e'm how much I'm movin

I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter

I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Juvenile]

I got my first work when I was sixteen

and niggaz still not knowin what happened to brick leans

it's not an easy task might have to beat the last

you gon' get caught up out here tryna save ya people ass

can't have e'm bring it first if you can't pay e'm its worth

you could get murdered for that he just may let it burst

smart high walk to earth, and maybe enemy turf

pray I don't get in they way just let e'm do they dirt

and I know after the cut woah my shit is the bomb

that must be the Saudi-Arabia cause it ain't Hussien

you ain't got that Florida dope, (??) coke

have to spend all ya dough or you want leave fa sho

they come in menthazine no caps on it is

want be that long before ya family know you on that shit

look I'm just tryna put some clothes on my daughter

I hope they ain't ridin I need to sell this other quarter



[Chorus] - repeat to end





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