Juvenile

Juvenile - Fuckin' With Me lyrics

(feat. Skip, Wacko)

[Juvenile (Chorus 2x)]

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

[Juvenile]

I got my mind right, money right, life right, paid right

Can you see me cutting the beef like a steak knife?

Don't stay up late I'm a be home when I'm finished

I gotta drop my people off at the airport in a minute

This is business; you ain't wit it then give me five feet

I don't need you and children wherever I be

I'm a man if this bitch is out then it's on

As long as I don't bring no diseases or no hoes back home

Let me roam - you won't even much need that phone

I'm a take care of my shit baby just leave that alone

I know when the pussy get wet and you need that bone

There ain't too many bitches out here that's gone be that strong

You was provided by your parents

Just knowing a gangsta was fucking they daughter was scaring em

I speak fat me and you bitch we got our life on track

And if I ever leave from you I'll be right back

[Juvenile (Chorus 2x)]

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

[Skip]

Nowadays these chicks they too emotional

I just wanted to get her (haha) I joke a few

I just met you yesterday I'm barely knowing you

"You ain't say that yesterday when I was blowing you!"

See that's what that mo and that dro will do

See drink up, smoke up come on I got some more for you

You like that? I got another joke for you

You grin, you in and I'm into poking you

Sounds funny hunny? How much money hunny?

You heard that but you ain't getting nothing from me

Except them three 20's that Slim had (Slim)

See I'm +Cut Throat+ in a Skip mask

Well then lose the number, you do me a favor

I ain't a lifeguard; I can't be your savior

You met me like this, I'ma be a player

So stop all the fussing and just beat me later

[Juvenile (Chorus 2x)]

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

[Wacko]

Come on Ma don't stress me

I was a gangsta when you met me

Knew I'd be where the pimps, the players, the hoes, and the tecs be

Where the dope, the coke, the dro, and the X be

New Kisha Keanne and Mil wanted to sex me

You still want to ex me or try to disrespect me

Now them hoes in your ear, got you trippin wanna test me

Look meet me on Freret Street right where my set be

Go home; pack all your shit and drop off them Vette keys

Anyway I'm tired of problems, you can catch yo cut

But first drop off the B.B.'s and the princess cuts

Round here stunting for them hoes - letting them gas you up

Now you stuck for them hoes - let 'em cash you up

I ain't gone lie is gone be hard for me to pass you up

But my plane fly straight, never crash for nothing

And before I fuck it up with a passenger

I'll get rid of you and snatch me an amateur

[Juvenile (Chorus 2x)]

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

Throw up the U if your fuckin' with me

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