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right now - juvenile lyrics

[intro]

uh, come on, u.t.p
juvenile did this motherf*cking track
let’s do it, come on
what, what, what

[verse]

juvenile:

if you don’t like me, let’s play it how it go
tell me to my face “look, juvie, you a ho”
either i don’t respect it or accept it
one or the two, but i advise you have a gun when you do
we men, i ain’t gon’ need to run for your crew
unless you like your people getting f*cked up with you
you understand, you a man, i ain’t gon’ hold your hand
i veteran, ain’t gon’ sweat you for no cheddar, man
i hustle hard, now fake to me and fake to ya’ll, from the start
i never had a hateful heart
i ain’t looking for no enemies, but somehow, they seem to find me
i hope the devil get behind me
my 0.9 be with me, n*ggas be watching my back
why they got new orleans n*ggas acting like that?
some cats ain’t worth it, some cats i sn*tch
some cats have me not sleeping and holding the straps, come on
[chorus]

call me a b*tch right now, call me a b*tch right now
call me
call me a b*tch right now
call me a b*tch right now, call me a b*tch right now
call me
call me a b*tch right now

[verse]

skip u.t.p.:

you see how they got on your last nerves, the conversations full of bad words
i guess it’s what i deserve, i threw a curve and your heart caught it
i was outright outsmarted
before i did it, you than done thought it, thinking too fast
i’m thinking i’m sl!ck scheming on ass
now you gone get some gas to burn my sh*t up?
b*tch, get up before i flip and have a fit up in here, and you gon’ have to call them people in here
and you can call me what you want but ain’t no b*tch up in here
i’m with them ballers, uptown third, the shot callers
street n*gga turned humble, but rub me wrong and we will rumble, f*ck up this b*tch and watch the walls crumble
now, you gon’ call me a b*tch right now?
then, you better let a n*gga out this b*tch right now
girl, don’t hold me, let me out this b*tch right now before i pinch a b*tch right now
[chorus]

call me a b*tch right now, call me a b*tch right now
call me
call me a b*tch right now
call me a b*tch right now, call me a b*tch right now
call me
call me a b*tch right now

juvenile:

what you swelling up for? i’m p*ssing you off?
i’m sorry if these hoes love me, i didn’t ask for this, dog
i’m a “g” though
play with me, i’ma crack your lil’ dorito
if i can’t get to you, i’ma attack one of your people
who the f*ck you think you was gon’ see?
you saw the tattoo on the stomach, boy, it’s u.t.p
and we can teach ya’ll what love is ’bout
it’s blood in and blood out, together if we got it or assed out
ya’ll talk the gangster sh*t that i don’t see
’round here, n*gga, you’ll be quadriplegic
you gotta put a limit to the plan***the jokes, ’cause who and them you with might be my folks
and when the story unfolds, it’s gonna be told
a n*gga, young mob*tied, 27*years*old
ya’ll thought it wasn’t gonna happen, but it’s gonna happen
u.t.p., what, n*gga?
call me a b*tch right now, call me a b*tch right now
call me
call me a b*tch right now
call me a b*tch right now, call me a b*tch right now
call me
call me a b*tch right now

- juvenile lyrics

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