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
Tradução: Juvenil. Sorprenda a su Corte.
Tradução: Juvenil. Sorprenda a su corte - (Con 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
rough And I ain?t no punk here You flinch your face and get your face fixed Face lift, credit get cut up, you get your face ripped Then bust your shit
I hope you niggas sleep [B.G.] I throw a bomb through you window Burn you up and your hoe I catch your mama going to therapy And cut her throat You lil
m 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go) I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
a nigga will try to flip y'all They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug It's street smarts
alleyways, where niggaz get grazed in the back From stray shots Clips with hollow tips, for your spine or Either remain calm, catch a rhyme, to your mind
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
