Juvenile – On Fire

Juvenile – On Fire Lyrics

Artist: Juvenile
Song: On Fire

Let’s say I’m in a room with a b#tch
And the hoe don’t wanna f#ck
Like a man I’m a beat my meat
And get my f#ckin nut

Fo’sho she gonna be drove then
And I’m a cut the TV off
And got to sleep on that hoe then
Now tell that to your girlfriend

You tell her everything else
She goin to be with her boyfriend
You goin to be by your damn self
While I’m in my benz with your friend

And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don’t want nothing
But some mouth and lip service
Don’t act bad

Don’t get mad
That’s all I can do with you
Cause I don’t want your #ss
Look you kinda fine

With a n#gg# name on your spine
Now respect my f#ckin mind
How I’m a hit that from behind
Got a hoe across the court

And Molly boots the next door
I’m getting tired of you rappers
It’s time for me to restore
I done fixed these b#tches house up

And have them living swell
But yet and still a n#gg# like me was eating a taco bell
But after that sh#t
All that trick sh#t I stopped it

And lock my f#ckin pockets
You can’t pick it or pop it
Now I get what I can get
Out of these hoes and I’m up

And if she wanna flex up
I’m a beat the hoe up
[Chorus: x4]
You don’t know he on fire

17 inch Momo’s
Like magic on his tires
See I know how to treat a hoe
Just talkin and great a hoe

n#gg#s know I don’t need a hoe
Don’t mix up your people hoe
If I tell you do something
You better do what I say

If you plannin on playin me
Better get out my way
A b#tch will get you killed
That’s the way I think

From some old b#tch #ss n#gg#
Trying to receive my bank
p#ss# come and it go
It been like that before I got here

p#ss# don’t wait for me or no n#gg#
But it’s gonna stop here
For a little while
So I’m a get what I could

And if she bout sucking some dick
I ain’t hatin it’s all good
Now can I get that out you
It ain’t hard to do

You a fine muthaf#cka
And it starts with you
I’m trying to f#ck something till it can’t see
What I’m a show you with this dick

You gonna thank me
A n#gg# gonna be like that untill the moment I retire
Ask them b#tches bout me
And they gonna say that I’m on fire

[Chorus]
If I even f#ck with a b#tch
She gonna know
Not to conversate with n#gg#s

When I open my door
My business is my business
It ain’t to be heard
My n#gg#s is my n#gg#s

So you don’t say a word
And you don’t touch my sh#t
You don’t drive my sh#t
I got dope in the house

And I hide my sh#t
I have bad nerves
I hope you don’t try my sh#t
Do right and nice things I’m a buy my b#tch

Some b#tches you gotta play’em with a long string
You play them close
And you gonna be bangin wrong things
You got something that I hear you don’t wanna bring

You not a muthaf#ckin player you a punk main
Let me give one of them hoes up on this dope dick
Stop handcuffin that b#tch let her approach this
I’m on fire on fire

And you know this
[Chorus x1.5]
You can f#ck my b#tch
You can f#ck my b#tch

You can f#ck my b#tch
You can f#ck my b#tch
Let me f#ck your b#tch
I don’t love that b#tch

I don’t trust that b#tch
You can f#ck my b#tch
Let me f#ck your b#tch
I don’t love that b#tch

I don’t trust that b#tch
You can f#ck my b#tch
Let me f#ck your b#tch
I don’t love that b#tch

I don’t trust that b#tch
You can f#ck my b#tch
Let me f#ck your b#tch
I don’t love that b#tch

I don’t trust that b#tch
You don’t know he on fire
You don’t know he on fire
You don’t know he on fire

You don’t know he on fire
My b#tch is your b#tch
My b#tch is your b#tch
Your b#tch is my b#tch

My b#tch is your b#tch
My b#tch is your b#tch
Your b#tch is my b#tch
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Juvenile Lyrics – On Fire

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From the album:
400 Degreez [Explicit]
Release Year: 1998