g. + juvenile]) Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Lil' b.g. done caught his.. nut Bitch go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Juve-.. -nile.. done caught his.. nut [juvenile] Spread your
.G. + Juvenile]] Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Lil' B.G. done caught his.. nut Bitch go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Juve-.. -nile.. done caught his.. nut [Juvenile] Spread your
Översättning: Juvenile. Fånga din del.
Översättning: Juvenile. Fånga din del - (Med Bg).
G. + Juvenile]] Bitch, go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Lil' B.G. done caught his.. nut Bitch go.. 'head.. catch your.. cut Juve-.. -nile.. done caught his.. nut [Juvenile] Spread your
pussy y'all don't want to zip it up And no statuatories havin' in here so catch a cut Ohh how I love it when half your ass show When you catch the side
Uh huh, uh huh Mic check, one, two It's Juvenile comin' through Uh uh, c'mon, c'mon Who the man? If I ain't it, nigga can't claim it I can take a small
gottin' fiesty but where you stand is where the ice be forever your life be gone in the wind punching holes all in your abdomen when the thug cats come
where you stand is where the ice be Forever your life be gone in the wind Punching holes all in your abdomen When the thug cats come with the stabbin
is mad deep, I hope you niggas sleep I throw a bomb through you window Burn you up and your hoe I catch your mama going to therapy And cut her throat
your goin' on A long journey on the court session Standin' tall like a man They got my feet, and arms shackled i'm Holdin' my right hand I caught juvenile
bit of ecstacy That's why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit a everything [Young Buck] I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag And
got sound that'll blow your eardrums Lotus with 4 pipes nigga, listen I ride Q5 on factory It don't matter, your ol' lady still after me My name
roof when the storm pass Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to your own land 'Til a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash Get your mind right, nigga get your
get killed with it These are my dice This is my board I let you roll off And how you gon' have ice When I cut your fuckin' water off We be on some
get killed with it These are my dice This is my board I let you roll off And how you gon' have ice when I cut your fuckin' water off [Chorus] [Project
your brains knocked out Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out Respect my mind or have them boys in your house Respect my mind, look, we be ridin
Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me I'm on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains
