Juvenile On Fire

Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch

And a ho that won't fuck

Like a man, I'ma beat my meat

And get my fuckin' nut, for sure

She gonna be drove then

And I'ma cut the TV off

And go to sleep on that ho then

Now tell that to your girlfriend

You tell her everything else

She gon' be with her boyfriend

You gon' be by your damn self

While I'm in my Benz with your friends

And she 'bout to get nervous

Baby, I don't want nothing

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're kinda fine

With a **** name on your spine

Now respect my fuckin' mind

How I'ma hit that from behind?

Got a ho 'cross the court

And my lil' boo still next door

I'm getting tired of you rappers

It's time for me to restore

I done fixed these bitches house up

And had 'em livin' swell

But yet still, a **** like me

Was eating at Taco Bell

But after that shit

All that trick shit, I stopped it

And locked 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 ho up

Girl, that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

Girl, that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

Girl, that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

Girl, that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

See, I know how to treat a ho

Just talk and then greet  a ho

Make her know I don't need a ho

Don't mix up your people, ho

If I tell you do somethin'

You better do what I say

If you plannin' on playin' me

Better get out my way

A bitch'll get you killed

That's the way I think

From some old bitch ass ****

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 ****

But it's gon' stop here

For a little while

So I'ma get what I could

And if she 'bout suckin' some dick

I ain't hatin', it's all good

Now can I get that out you

It ain't hard to do

You's a fine motherfucker

And you're starvin' too

I'm tryin' to fuck somethin' till it can't see

What I'ma show you with this dick

You gonna thank me

A **** gon' be like that

Until the moment I retire

Ask them bitches 'bout me

They gonna say that I'm on fire

Girl, that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

Girl, that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

Girl, that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

Girl, that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

If I even fuck with a bitch

She gon' know

Not to conversate with **** and to open my door

My business is my business

It ain't to be heard

My **** is my ****

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 got 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 they gon' be thinkin' wrong things

And you got somethin' behind you

That you don't wanna bring

You not a motherfuckin' player

You a punk, man

Let me give one of them hoes

Some of this dope dick

Stop handcuffin' that bitch

Let her approach this

You know that Juvenile come

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

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

Girl, that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

Girl, that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

Girl, that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

Girl, that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

Girl, that's Juvenile

You don't know he on fire

Seventeen inch Momos

Black magic on his tires

You can fuck my bitch

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

My bitch is your bitch

My bitch is your bitch

Your bitch is my bitch

My bitch is your bitch

My bitch is your bitch

Your bitch is my bitch