Album by Juvenile
Number of Lyrics in Album : 15
By Juvenile, 400 degreez You see me, I eat, sleep, shit and talk
By Juvenile, Girl your workin' with some ass, yeah You bad, yeah Make a
By Juvenile, [bg] Man what's up playboy I know you love these diamonds Nigga how
By Juvenile, I want me a mill to see just how it
By Juvenile, Verse 1 In these times we gotta hustle 'cause our pockets
By Juvenile, (Juvenile) I'm charging 600 for some big hoe You do business with
By Juvenile, You better run for it, run for it, run Run for
By Juvenile, You better run for it, run for it, run Run for
By Juvenile, You better run for it, run for it, run Run for
By Juvenile, [Juvenile] Lets say I'm in a room with a bitch And the
By Juvenile, Verse 1 Woodie we get down but to a certain extent All
By Juvenile, Why, why, why Why, why, why Why, why Cash money, rich niggaz Look [lil' wayne] Loud
By Juvenile, (juvenile) I be comin' up wit da glock toy You can stop
By Juvenile, (Baby) Cash Money slangin nine nigga (Off top playboy) H.B's and The B.G.'s (What's
By Juvenile, [Juvenile] It's world war III where I'ma be with 2 stars better