Juicy J - You Knew lyrics

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Juicy J - You Knew lyrics

n***a, that chick you f**ing with, she's no good I'm just keeping it real my n***a, and shes just f**ed every n***a with money Football players, basketball players, rappers, if a n***a got bread man, hes gonna get that p**y man As long as he got that sack and them d** to get a b**h, she gonna go Don't f** with her, brother You knew she was a b**h when you met the b**h So why you wanna sweat and wanna threat that b**h? When you see another n***a gettin' at the b**h Ain't that 'bout a b**h? A b**h gon' be a b**h How you love that dirty b**h when you know her past? How you kiss her when you know she let your homie smash? And everybody know her as the neighborhood hoe You don't wanna face the facts, you won't let her go You turn that ratchet b**h into your baby mama Boy, that p**y got you blind like Stevie Wonder That's f**ed up, might may even be your baby Turn a hoe into a house wife, you n***as crazy Stupid n***a, now you wanna put a ring on her We come to your town, do a show and run a train on her She love that sh**, that freaky b**h Handcuffin' a** n***a, wanna keep that b**h Don't save that hoe, she don't wanna be saved I'm about to scoop your b**h up and put it in her face Sorry homie, but that everybody b**h If I take her on my bus, I bet everybody hit You knew she was a b**h when you met the b**h So why you wanna sweat and wanna threat that b**h? When you see another n***a gettin' at the b**h Ain't that 'bout a b**h? A b**h gon' be a b**h You knew she was a b**h when you met the b**h So why you wanna sweat and wanna threat that b**h? When you see another n***a gettin' at the b**h Ain't that 'bout a b**h? A b**h gon' be a b**h They thot diggin' in the club tryna find a victim Man, these n***a out they mind fallin' for these b**hes They f**in' any n***as with a little money And you wanna take her home and make her your women It be the main n***as claim they pimpin' Pay that dirty b**h bills, n***a you must be kiddin' The b**h ain't got no job, got 3,4 kids Can't get mad at the hoe, she get it how she life She s** me good while you goin' to work Old sneaker a** b**h keep rubbers in her purse Get that b**h in VIP and she gon' f** for free You buy that b**h a drink and she might never leave Get her to the room, she get on her knees She just my kind of freak, she swallow faithfully Sorry homie, but that everybody hoe And the sad part about it is you already know You knew she was a b**h when you met the b**h So why you wanna sweat and wanna threat that b**h? When you see another n***a gettin' at the b**h Ain't that 'bout a b**h? A b**h gon' be a b**h You knew she was a b**h when you met the b**h So why you wanna sweat and wanna threat that b**h? When you see another n***a gettin' at the b**h Ain't that 'bout a b**h? A b**h gon' be a b**h

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