Juvenile

Juvenile - White Girl songtekst

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(Lil Wayne) 

Listen...I'ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feet 

My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street 

Until I wake and see another fuckin day is relief 

I pray that he keep, I'm scrappin my knees from chasing this cheese 

I had point guard dreams of playin for some team 

Hit the block and made NBA money in one week 

See I hussle in the hood and plus I fly birdies 

And play the tracks out every month so I can ride dirty 

needed someone to manage my money I hired Shelly 

But Shelly started talkin to much so she died early 

They got me loadin up my Benz with my eyes blurry 

I sent the message to the fucker at bout five thirty 

Now if the bitch aint got my dice for me then I'm sorry 

But i'ma leave everyone who outside bloody 

And then I go in the stash get the coke and the cash 

I'm lettin niggas score it for half, I'm hopein it last 

But still nigga don't, I might have to just go in the lap 

And if its slow in the ass back to the rope and the mask 



(Chorus) (Lil Wayne) 

Man we got that white girl, 

and wigga talk bout uh price to make it right for you 

And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed 

And if you like that nasty broad then we got low ki's.. 

Dog who got um? We got that white girl 

and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you 

And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed 

And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's.. 

Man who got um? We got that white girl 

and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you 

And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed 

And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki's.. 

Playa who got um? 



(Juvenile) 

I hate when a nigga flex up and he's makin it sound 

As though he been doin that border, but that nigga would drown 

My block been infiltrated by uh whole lot of fake ass niggas 

Scared ass niggaz, wont even bust uh grape ass niggaz 

I'm talkin to you! so take it how you want ho 

I've been here for uh minute, so I looked up and you dont move 

Ya partnuhs been fuckin wit ya cause they know how you is 

Niggas be smackin ya and humpin you and snatchin yo shit 

Matter fact get the fuck out my face, befo' I put you in ya place 

I'm one secound from bustin the drapes 

Well you can get ya money and all but not ch'ere 

Lil daddy I been runnin this section for 5 years, first of all I dont like ya 

I dont know ya, run and get ya gun if you want I'm gon show ya 

You one of them niggaz try earning your stripe 

Lil daddy I'm one of them niggaz that'll hit ya at night 



(Chorus) 



(Baby) 

That liquor like dope nigga I gots to have it, 

Cook flip the brick with some heavy traffic 

Guns gon bust if these niggas be lackin 

Cadallac, gold spokes, brick head, and baskets 

Overflow this bitch white work gone faster 

Tradegy of uh murder case twisted and laughin 

In the bentley drop top and Pac is blastin 

Hit the hood jumpin the cop, we start the stashin 

Bunch of white t-shirts phone calls harrasment 

Bought a pot on that shit make it hot and ejectin 

He standin on my two feet he purrin "I aint blastin" 

Coming up from child hood days about my cashing 

Hundred g's on the trunk of the Escalade Cadi 

I never did listen , I never mind my daddy 

My brother gave him a game cookin in an ally 

4 bricks two guns I'm runnin to my parents 



(Chorus) - repeat 2X
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