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Ha (hot Boy Remix) Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

That's you with that bad ass Benz ha 

That's you that can't keep your old lady 

'Cause you keep fuckin' her friends ha 

You gotta go to court ha 

You got served a subpoena for child support ha 

That was that nerve ha 

You ain't even much get a chance to say a word ha 

I know I ain't trippin' don't your brother got them birds ha 

You won't bust one of them niggas head ha 

You ain't scared ha 

You know how to play it ha 

I know you ain't just gonna let a nigga come and punk you ha 

Stunt and front you ha 

Straight up run you ha 

You know who got that fire green ha 

You know how to use a triple beam ha 

Shit ain't hard as it seems ha 

You keep your body clean ha 

You gotta lot of Girbaud jeans ha 

Some of your partners dope fiends ha 

You really don't want to fuck with them niggas ha 

You come up with them niggas ha 

You stuck with them niggas ha 

 

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire 

Remaining a G until the moment you expire 

You know what it is you make nothin' out of somethin' 

You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin' 

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire 

Remaining a G until the moment you expire 

You know what it is you make nothin' out of somethin' 

You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin' 

 

You can't do nothin' but love Fresh ha 

You want to know what we gonna do next ha 

You bought my tape with your check ha 

You wearin' a vest ha 

You tryin' to protect your chest ha 

You spent seventy on your Benz ha 

That ain't yours that's for your friends ha 

You wanna stop these niggas from playing wit you ha 

You wanna run the block ha 

You wanna be the only nigga with rocks ha 

You keep your gun cocked ha 

You count the money at the end of the night ha 

You on a three day flight ha 

You full of that diesel ha 

You duckin' them people ha 

Your face was on the news last night ha 

You the one that robbed them little dudes out they shoes last night ha 

You don't go in the projects when it's dark ha 

You claim you a thug and you ain't got no heart ha 

You came in the 'Nolia on New Year's Eve ha 

You got stuck in that bitch and couldn't leave ha 

It was hard for you to breathe ha 

 

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire 

Remaining a G until the moment you expire 

You know what it is you make nothin' out of somethin' 

You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin' 

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire 

Remaining a G until the moment you expire 

You know what it is you make nothin' out of somethin' 

You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin' 

 

You got a trespassin' charge ha 

That dick got hard ha 

When you were lookin' at them little broads ha 

You don't know when to quit ha 

That's you with that shot callin' shit ha 

That's you with that ballin' shit ha 

That's you that's takin' them hits ha 

That ho don't know when to shut up her mouth ha 

You gonna knock that ho teeth out ha 

You done switched from Nike to Reebok ha 

You twinkle your golds every time you leave your house ha 

Them income tax checks out ha 

You bout to flip that ha 

You bout to go score you a gram ha 

You gonna treat your nose ha 

You bout to go put the dope dick on one of these ho ha 

When you broke you drove ha 

When you paid you got beau-coup places to go ha 

You on top ha 

You rob a niggas shop ha 

You don't even think you can be stopped ha 

You ridin' in the Benz on twenty inch rims ha 

 

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire 

Remaining a G until the moment you expire 

You know what it is you make nothin' out of somethin' 

You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin' 

You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire 

Remaining a G until the moment you expire 

You know what it is you make nothin' out of somethin' 

You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin' 

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