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Juvenile On Fire Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch and the ho don't wan' fuck 

Like a man I'ma beat my meat and get my fuckin' nut, fa'sho' 

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' to be with her boyfriend, you gon' to 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 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 kinda fine with a nigga name on your spine 

Now respect my fuckin' mind how I'ma hit that from behind 

Got a ho across the court 

And my lil' boo stay next door 

I'm getting tired of you rappers 

Its 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 pocket 

Now I get what I can get 

Out of these hoes and I'm up 

And if she wanna flex up 

I'ma back the ho up 

 

Girl that's Juvenile 

You don't know he on fire 

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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 greet a ho 

Make her know I don't need a ho 

Don't mix up your people ho 

If I tell you do something 

You better do what I say 

If you planning on playing me 

Better get out my way 

A bitch will get you killed 

That's the way I think 

From some ol' 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 its gone stop here 

For a little while 

So I'ma get what I could 

And if she bout sucking some dick 

I ain't hating its all good 

Now can I get that out you 

It ain't hard to do 

You'se a fine motherfucker 

And you starving too 

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 gone 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 

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 gonna know 

Not to conversate with niggas 

And to 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 got bad nerves 

I hope you don't try my shit 

Do right and nice things I'mma buy my bitch 

Some bitches you gotta play'em with a long string 

You play them close 

And they gone be thinking wrong things 

You got something that I hear you don't wanna bring 

You not a muthafuckin' player you a punk man 

Let me give one of them hoes some of this dope dick 

Stop handcuffing 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 

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 

 

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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 

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