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| Artist: Juvenile Song: who's tha m.f. lyrics Album: solja rags |
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| (First Verse) Nigga just came home from jail look how he played me Kicked my door down took my shit an tied up my ol' lady Now i'm just kick back broke poverty is still in my head hurtin Cuz i know this nigga gotta be killed My good side tellin me let'em slide cuz he aint worth bout my bad side Tell me to kill'em cuz he deserve no mercy Follow my bad side and put a feelin through healin Any motherfucker seekin his business relentless Thoughts goin through my mind nigga had tried to shine I would be bout dat iron in this foolishness frame of mind In the front door actin a donkey wit tha .44 Let a funky snatched the money handle business to momo Tired of havin nothin wearin my brother's clothes Many times i got drove by niggas in front of hoes You know how it be dogg you aint been ballin all your life You was round dat bitch still dirty stealin bikes Buildin escape mobile all fixin the grilled cheese In the store breakin snaps crown derby a key (chorus: Repeat-8x) Whos the muthaphucka I'm the muthaphucka (Verse Two) You lil boys runnin wanna do somethin c'mon I gotta somethin fo' lil bitch ass your potnas and your grandma Cuz i'm on a killa playa hata type boy you Dont ask me none of that ??? but i'll take a lil of dat ??? Step and i'll cut your breath short like its bestis Should've had your mama sayin "lord mama child loved'em" They say i'm losin weight boy whats wrong wit you I'm hungry and i'm broke now brake me off wit a bone or two I know a, nigga should be good for that ha? But all that nigga had tol' is i aint got it right now Lil bitch you not my round you hoes lay it down Lemme get dat out your potnas better me than them coppas Fa sho yo' hoe, tried to crown me on the block You probably would've got me put dat nine wouldn't stop A witness scored a bag cuz your boy tried to slam me Out chip ass sellin whammies busta wont see his family I let dat nigga slide cuz i been in his shoes too Like twenty-four-seven breath smellin like beaucoup (chorus: Repeat-8x) Whos the muthaphucka I'm the muthaphucka (Verse Three) I'm runnin wit dat gal thats after ??? niggas wit six figgas To get wit his sign us a ????? wit no repayin Now i'm in it lay wit'um it violate ten and fuck'em juv Set up his to conduct an attitude Look here How many of you niggas ready to start big tymin Look here How many of you niggas wanna be ridin reclinin Diamonds be shinin sippin on heinkens your mind was in a trans Probably takin a chance to his baddest police You kill in the peete and make a million a piece And we'll got off of the streets in there a house in the east I know the answer is no so up into my dad I'm screamin fuck yo' clangin tha five doe Look here When i was young i didnt hardly know shit Bigga ballin would get the medocore nigga noticed So i approach like i was coached refuse in the gun Gangs could be over come if you silence your tongue My name went after choosen one threw out the slump Sense of envy up in these other mennies brains i ???? (chorus: Repeat-8x) Whos the muthaphucka I'm the muthaphucka |
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