Juvenile - b**h Get Up lyrics

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Juvenile - b**h Get Up lyrics

[Hook] Get up, b**h (x15) Get up [Verse 1: Curren$y] Back of the spot smoked out, that's how you find me Weed clouds around me, bad b**h on side'a me Say she wearing shades so she can watch her n***a shining Bottom b**h come out on top, cause she really riding Know them tires sliding Fastest thing in the parking lot, that's mine Mama Now gon' get inside it Wave bye to your partners, windows clearer than Vodka Only tinted my silver Bentley that came with a driver Back at the crib, ran through hella b**hes in that walk-in shower Try to be lowkey, but they get smashed too good They go to talking about it Her best friend looking for me, when she say me I was hopping Out of that uh, she ain't know what it was But I was looking like d** to her And the fur laid, paid Polar bear skin rug love, you tryna' do, say what [Hook] [Verse 2: Juvenile] My neck game be moonwalking, wrist game be bus stopping Earrings be two-stepping, tee game be p**y popping Smoke good, feel good, walk right, swag up Money right, stacked up, now what b**h n***a won't act up I'm thugged out in this b**h, gotta whole club on my wrist Money, women and fast cars, I love all of that sh** Whatever you heard about a real n***a, I does all of that sh** East, West, South, Mid-West, I got plugs in all of that sh** But up towns my stomping, dope game be jumping And we got whatever you need it, all depends on who want some Glock next to my johnson, big dog on my function Ice game like hockey, I'm confident and I'm co*ky I got Benjamins in my pocket, credit cards in my wallet A b**h on my dick and she bouncing up, hydraulic Then that ho told me she love me, I told her b**h you lying You don't like me, it's the money, you say that sh** all the time [Hook]

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