Juvenile White Girl(feat Baby Lil Wayne Lyrics

White Girl(feat Baby Lil Wayne Lyrics

[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]