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Juvenile Fuck That Nigga

pop that nigga Man, kill that bitch Man, shoot that nigga Man, spank that bitch Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch [Juvenile

pop that nigga Man, kill that bitch Man, shoot that nigga Man, spank that bitch Man, down that nigga, execute that bitch Put fifty rounds in that nigga is what'cha do that bitch [Juvenile

block Niggaz starvin', they got appetites, ayy And this is everyday, it never gets old Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-code This ain't a rap song, nigga

about my young thugs cry? What about them thugs that's dead and gone? What about them thugs that ain't even grown? What about them thugs that out here

let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke [Repeat 4x] [Verse 4 - Juvenile] I ain't tryna talk a hole

s like that war, project niggas strike back it's on what the fuck you sick, I'll be right back Prodigy right back to the fact that here take that

real talk I know some niggaz on that real walk, and go the bound who gon' clown when they touch down. That's how it is tho, this nigga dead, that nigga

], marry bitches at home One of my bitches fell in love with that outside dick That outside dick keep them hoes sick, like Uhh, I like it like that, she working that

that shit in they van, some of 'em sellin' it The rest of 'em sniff the cocaine, high off that yellow shit Young niggas already got they mind made up Nigga fuck