Juvenile Juvenile On Fire Lyrics

Juvenile On Fire Lyrics

[juvenile]
Lets say I’m in a room with a bit*h
And the hoe don’t wanna f**k
Like a man i’ma beat my meat
And get my f**kin nut
Fo’sho she gonna be drove then
And i’ma cut the tv off
And got to sleep on that hoe then
Now tell that to your girlfriend
You tell her everything else
She goin to be with her boyfriend
You goin 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
Thats 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 f**kin mind
How i’ma hit that from behind
Got a hoe across the court
And molly boots the next door
I’m getting tired of you rappers
Its time for me to restore
I done fixed these bit*hes house up
And have them living swell
But and still a nigga like me was eating a taco bell
But after that shit
All that trick sh*t I stopped it
And lock my f**kin pockets
You can’t kick it or pop it
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 hoe up

Chorus: repeat 4x

Girl thats juvenile
You don’t know he on fire
17 inch momo’s
Like magic on his tires

[juvenile]
See I know how to treat a hoe
Just talkin and great a hoe
Niggas know I don’t need a hoe
Don’t mix up your people hoe
If I tell you do something
You better do what I say
If you plannin on playin me
Better get out my way
A bit*h will get you killed
Thats the way I think
From some old bit*h as* 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 it’s gonna stop here
For a little while
So i’ma get what I could
And if she bout sucking some dick
I ain’t hatin it’s all good
Now can I get that out you
It ain’t hard to do
You a fine muthaf**ka
And it starts with you
I’m trying to f**k something till it can’t see
What i’ma show you with this dick
You gonna thank me
A nigga gonna be like that untill the moment I retire
Ask them bit*hes bout me
And they gonna say that I’m on fire

Chorus

[juvenile]
If I even f**k with a bit*h
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 have bad nerves
I hope you don’t try my shit
Do right and nice things i’ma buy my bit*h
Some bit*hes you gotta play’em with a long string
You play them close
And you gonna be bangin wrong things
You got something that I hear you don’t wanna bring
You not a muthaf**kin player you a punk main
Let me get one of them hoes up on this dope dick
Stop handcuffin that bit*h let her approach this
You know when juvenile comes he has to smoke shit
I’m on fire on fire
And you know this

Chorus 1.5x

[juvenile]
You can f**k my bit*h
You can f**k my bit*h
You can f**k my bit*h

You can f**k my bit*h
Let me f**k your bit*h
I don’t love that bit*h
I don’t trust that bit*h

You can f**k my bit*h
Let me f**k your bit*h
I don’t love that bit*h
I don’t trust that bit*h

You can f**k my bit*h
Let me f**k your bit*h
I don’t love that bit*h
I don’t trust that bit*h

You can f**k my bit*h
Let me f**k your bit*h
I don’t love that bit*h
I don’t trust that bit*h

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

[hot hot hot hot hot hot hot]

My bit*h is your bit*h
My bit*h is your bit*h
Your bit*h is my bit*h
My bit*h is your bit*h
My bit*h is your bit*h
Your bit*h is my bit*h