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juvenile - white girl كلمات الأغنية

[lil’ wayne]
lil’… lil’ wheezy… lil’ wheezy…

[lil’ wayne]
listen… i’ma hundred percent hustler from my face to my feet,
my lifetime case is the street, my dime place is the street,
until i wake and see another f-ckin day is relief,
i pray that he keep, i’m scr-pin’ my knees from chasin’ 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 them tracks out every month so i can ride dirty.
needed someone to manage my money i hired sh-lly.
but sh-lly started talkin to much so she died early.
they got me loadin’ up my k’s with my eyes blurry.
i sent the message “clear the block,” at bout five thirty.
now if the b-tch ain’t got my pies for me, then i’m sorry.
but i’ma leave everyone who outside bl–dy.
and then i go in the stash get the c-ke and the cash,
i’m lettin n-gg-s score it for half, i’m hope’n it last.
but still n-gg- don’t, i might have to just go in the lab.
and if its slow in the ‘ave, back to the rope and the mask.

[chorus: lil’ wayne]
man, we got that white for you,
and we can talk ’bout a price to make it right for you,
and if you like that hard white, then we got what you need.
and if you like that nasty broad then we got whole keys.
dog, who got ’em? we got that white for you,
and we can talk ’bout a price to make it right for you,
and if you like that hard white, then we got what you need.
and if you like that nasty broad then we got whole keys.
man, who got ’em? we got that white for you,
and we can talk ’bout a price to make it right for you,
and if you like that hard white, then we got what you need.
and if you like that nasty broad then we got whole keys.
playa, who got ’em?

[juvenile]
i hate when a n-gg- flex up and he’s makin it sound,
as though he been doin that border, but that n-gg- would drown,
my block been infiltrated by a whole lot of fake -ss n-gg-s,
scared -ss n-gg-s. won’t even bust a grape -ss n-gg-s.
i’m talkin to you! so take it how you want, ho.
i’ve been here for a minute, so i know somethin’ you don’t know.
ya partners been f-ckin’ wit’ ya cause they know how you is,
n-gg-s be smackin’ you and stuntin’ you and sn-tchin’ yo sh-t.
matter fact, get the f-ck out my face, before i put you in ya place.
i’m one secound from bustin the drapes,
whodi 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 don’t like ya… i don’t know ya…
run and get ya’ gun if you want, i’m gon’ show ya.
you one of them n-gg-s, try’n earning your stripe.
lil’ daddy i’m one of them n-gg-s that’ll hit ya’ at night.

[chorus]

[baby of big tymers]
that liquor like dope, n-gg-, i got’s to have it,
cook flip the brick with some heavy traffic.
guns gon’ bust if these n-gg-s be lackin,
cadillac, gold spokes, brick head, and baskets,
overflow this b-tch, white work gone faster,
tradegy of a murder case twisted and laughin,
in the bentley drop top and ‘pac is blastin,
hit the hood duckin’ the cop, we start the stashin,
bunch of white t-shirts, phone calls, harrasment.
my lil’ padnuh on that sh-t, make it hot and he jackin,
he standin on my two feet, he purrin, i ain’t blastin.
comin’ up from childhood days, i’m bout my cashing,
hundred g’s on the trunk, a escalade caddy,
i never did listen, i never mind my daddy.
my brother gave me the game, cookin’ in a alley,
four bricks, two guns, i’m runnin’ in my parish.

[chorus 2x]

- juvenile

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