Juvenile - From Tha Block lyrics

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Juvenile - From Tha Block lyrics

[Verse 1: Juvenile] I done got in the mood, that liquor kickin' in And all these average a** b**hes lookin' different The n***as workin' the door let all the chickens in A ho I know from the hood in here with her stripper friends And I got money, I could trick a b**h And I don't give a motherf** if she a six or ten f**in' with my dough is when it's time to k** I wreck sh** like an alcoholic behind the wheel Made a lot of deals, paid a lot of bills You said a lot of fake, I said a lot of real You got a lot of gimmicks, not a lot of sk** n***a, this a Bentley coupe, this not a Bonneville And you can smell the weed comin' out my folicles I'm some "My, my, my" sh**, Johnny Gill I keep my b**h rockin' designer heels I'ma k** all that k**, k**er, so ride a wheel [Chorus: Juvenile] Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps I'm tryna leave that liquor 'lone but I can barely stop My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke until I pa** out LG money, b**h, I ain't 'bout to be franchise The bad guy, got them k**ers on standby [Verse 2: Birdman] One face, put 'em in a race Lay them down for my rounds, never caught the case Briefcase, hundred G's, different states No lace, keep a K when I'm 'round my way Big day, big pay, n***a quick to spray Another way how we did it, n***a, back a day Hustle ways, n***a did it in the hallway Big paper, fast lane with the foreign frame [Chorus: Juvenile] Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps I'm tryna leave that liquor 'lone but I can barely stop My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke until I pa** out LG money, b**h, I ain't 'bout to be franchise The bad guy, got them k**ers on standby [Verse 3: Juvenile & Birdman] I got a pocket full of dead folks Ridin' in the yellow Ferrari, lookin' like eggyolks Matchin' j**elry and cars, and all that sh** paid for The only thing goin' backwards here is the Wraith doors, huh? The High Life that we paid for Bentley with them customs and we laid low Bad b**h with some old soul We hit 'em up 'bout this cash flow You lil' n***as better take notes 'Cause when your money up and these b**hes know it, they way more 'Cause sh** we took it from the project to the lakeshores You know she f**in', n***a, tell her keep her legs closed Uh, we went from platinum to a hundred shows A hundred G's with a hundred floors Rags to richs with the marble floor And the Bentley with that calico [Chorus: Juvenile] Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps I'm tryna leave that liquor 'lone but I can barely stop My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke until I pa** out LG money, b**h, I ain't 'bout to be franchise The bad guy, got them k**ers on standby