Juvenile On Fire

Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch, and the hoe don't wanna fuck
Like a man I'm a beat my meat, and get my fuckin' nut
Fo'sho she gon' be drove then, and I'ma cut the TV off
And go to sleep on that hoe then

Now tell that to your girlfriend, you tell her everything else
She gon' to be with her boyfriend, you gon' be by your damn self
While I'm in my benz with your friend, and she 'bout to get nervous
Baby, I don't want nun but some mouth and lip service

Don't act bad, don't get mad
That's all I can do with you, 'cause I don't want your ass
Look, you kinda fine with a nigga name on your spine
Now respect my fuckin' mind, how I'ma hit that from behind

Got a hoe across the court, and Molly boots the next door
I'm getting tired of you rappers, it's time for me to restore
I done fixed these bitches house up, and have them living swell
But yet and still, a nigga like me was eating at taco bell

But after that shit, all that trick shit I stopped it
And lock my fuckin' pockets, you can't pick it or pop it
Now I get what I can get out of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up, then I'ma beat the hoe up

Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires
Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires
Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires
Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires

See, I know how to treat a hoe, just talkin' and greet a hoe
Niggas know I don't need a hoe, don't mix up your people, hoe
If I tell you do something, you better do what I say
If you plannin' on playin' me, better get out my way

A bitch will get you killed, that's the way I think
From some old bitch ass nigga trying to receive my bank
Pussy come and it go, it been like that before I got here
Pussy don't wait for me or no nigga, but it's gon' stop here

For a little while, so I'ma get what I could
And if she 'bout sucking some dick, I ain't hatin' it's all good
Now can I get that out you, It ain't hard to do
You is a fine muthafucka, and it starts with you

I'm trying to fuck something 'till it can't see
What I'ma show you with this dick, you gonna thank me
A nigga gonna be like that until the moment I retire
Ask them bitches 'bout me and they gonna say that I'm on fire

Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires
Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires
Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires
Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires

If I even fuck with a bitch, she gon' know
Not to conversate with niggas when I open my door
My business is my business, it ain't to be heard
My niggas is my niggas, so you don't say a word
And you don't touch my shit, you don't drive my shit
I got dope in the house and I hide my shit
I have bad nerves, I hope you don't try my shit
Do right and nice things, I'ma buy my bitch

Some bitches you gotta play' em with a long string
You play 'em close and you gon' be bangin' wrong things
And you got something that I hear that you don't wanna bring
You not a muthafuckin' player, you a punk, man

Let me give one of them hoes up on this dope dick
Stop handcuffin' that bitch, let her approach this
You know when Juvenile comes, he has to smoke shit
I'm on fire, on fire and you know this

Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires
Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires
Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires
Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires

Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires
Girl, that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's, like magic on his tires

Uh, you can fuck my bitch, yeah
You can fuck my bitch, you can fuck my bitch
You can fuck my bitch, let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch, I don't trust that bitch
You can fuck my bitch, let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch, I don't trust that bitch

You can fuck my bitch, let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch, I don't trust that bitch
You can fuck my bitch, let me fuck your bitch
I don't love that bitch, I don't trust that bitch
You don't know he on fire, you don't know he on fire
You don't know he on fire, you don't know he on fire

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My bitch is your bitch, my bitch is your bitch (hot, hot, hot, hot)
Your bitch is my bitch, my bitch is your bitch (hot, hot, hot, hot)
My bitch is your bitch, your bitch is my bitch (hot, hot, hot, hot)



Credits
Writer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas
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