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Juvie & Lil Boosie (feat. Gutta Smoove) Video (MV)






Rob Da Dog - Juvie & Lil Boosie (feat. Gutta Smoove) Lyrics




We don't sit round bitch we bust moves up in this muhfugga
Streets f*ck with dog dog cooler than a muhfugga
Gas bag so stank smell like the sewer up in this muhfugga
These niggas plotting I'll let it loose up in this muhfugga
I f*cked yo main bitch at da room she been like f*ck the rubber
And I know she told ya I'm the plug but I ain't gone front ya nothin yea
Took a trip and spent a hundred bust it when I touched it
Trap jumping but we clutching we not double dutchin
Niggas slick talk but I just I just let these zips talk
Pimp walk broke bitches make my dick soft
Aye runtz punt and we gone touchdown from the kick off
That Heinz fifty seven a one big drop sauce I'll hit the club in some flip flops for real
I'm geeked up on these pills making deals
Tryna bag and wrap all this gas up that I'm snatchin out this seal
Yall gone crash out like wheels
And I'm on the fast track to this mill
Dunkin' these racks shaq O'Neal and for this cheese rats gone squeal

Aye I get to it
I be runnin through it
Ball out like I'm hoopin
Tuck the toolie
Just in case they movin funny while I'm cruisin
And we winnin
Ain't no f*ckin losin
Errthang too exclusive
Set it off he thought his name was Juvie
Think his name lil boosie
I get to it
I be runnin through it
Ball out like I'm hoopin
Tuck the toolie
Just in case they movin funny while I'm cruisin
And we winnin
Ain't no f*ckin losin
Errthang too exclusive
Set it off he thought his name was Juvie
Think his name lil boosie yea aye

Don't know how far I came and what I done to live
But f*ck them lames they some bums for real
I'm about to go insane
Going dumb for real
Aye I'm romaine I come from the ville tatemville
You better stay in your lane I just come to chill
I got some niggas don't play no games they just come to kill
They quick to say ya name
And some will squeal
Quick to spray he blow his flame yea here comes the steel
My niggas runnin head huntin when they come to kill
My niggas runnin yea they runnin when it come to steel
We come from nothing to something that's where i come from for real
Been spending something or pumpin somethin that shit I done for real
I swerve the block yea I serve a lot get it by all means I deserve a lot cup of lean I swerve a lot
Watch how you talkin to Gutta smoove and Rob da dog bitch
Watch where you walk might just flew off in some dog shit

I get to it
I be runnin through it
Ball out like I'm hoopin
Tuck the toolie
Just in case they movin funny while I'm cruisin
And we winnin
Ain't no f*ckin losin
Errthang too exclusive
Set it off he thought his name was Juvie
Think his name lil boosie
I get to it
I be runnin through it
Ball out like I'm hoopin
Tuck the toolie
Just in case they movin funny while I'm cruisin
And we winnin
Ain't no f*ckin losin
Errthang too exclusive
Set it off he thought his name was Juvie
Think his name lil boosie Yea aye
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We don't sit round bitch we bust moves up in this muhfugga
Streets f*ck with dog dog cooler than a muhfugga
Gas bag so stank smell like the sewer up in this muhfugga
These niggas plotting I'll let it loose up in this muhfugga
I f*cked yo main bitch at da room she been like f*ck the rubber
And I know she told ya I'm the plug but I ain't gone front ya nothin yea
Took a trip and spent a hundred bust it when I touched it
Trap jumping but we clutching we not double dutchin
Niggas slick talk but I just I just let these zips talk
Pimp walk broke bitches make my dick soft
Aye runtz punt and we gone touchdown from the kick off
That Heinz fifty seven a one big drop sauce I'll hit the club in some flip flops for real
I'm geeked up on these pills making deals
Tryna bag and wrap all this gas up that I'm snatchin out this seal
Yall gone crash out like wheels
And I'm on the fast track to this mill
Dunkin' these racks shaq O'Neal and for this cheese rats gone squeal

Aye I get to it
I be runnin through it
Ball out like I'm hoopin
Tuck the toolie
Just in case they movin funny while I'm cruisin
And we winnin
Ain't no f*ckin losin
Errthang too exclusive
Set it off he thought his name was Juvie
Think his name lil boosie
I get to it
I be runnin through it
Ball out like I'm hoopin
Tuck the toolie
Just in case they movin funny while I'm cruisin
And we winnin
Ain't no f*ckin losin
Errthang too exclusive
Set it off he thought his name was Juvie
Think his name lil boosie yea aye

Don't know how far I came and what I done to live
But f*ck them lames they some bums for real
I'm about to go insane
Going dumb for real
Aye I'm romaine I come from the ville tatemville
You better stay in your lane I just come to chill
I got some niggas don't play no games they just come to kill
They quick to say ya name
And some will squeal
Quick to spray he blow his flame yea here comes the steel
My niggas runnin head huntin when they come to kill
My niggas runnin yea they runnin when it come to steel
We come from nothing to something that's where i come from for real
Been spending something or pumpin somethin that shit I done for real
I swerve the block yea I serve a lot get it by all means I deserve a lot cup of lean I swerve a lot
Watch how you talkin to Gutta smoove and Rob da dog bitch
Watch where you walk might just flew off in some dog shit

I get to it
I be runnin through it
Ball out like I'm hoopin
Tuck the toolie
Just in case they movin funny while I'm cruisin
And we winnin
Ain't no f*ckin losin
Errthang too exclusive
Set it off he thought his name was Juvie
Think his name lil boosie
I get to it
I be runnin through it
Ball out like I'm hoopin
Tuck the toolie
Just in case they movin funny while I'm cruisin
And we winnin
Ain't no f*ckin losin
Errthang too exclusive
Set it off he thought his name was Juvie
Think his name lil boosie Yea aye
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Writer: Kevon Cooper, Robert Coleman
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