Lyrics
But its gone stop here, let her know i don t need a ho
i don t trust that bitch
not to conversate with niggas
Black magic on his tires, now tell that to your girlfriend
Stop handcuffing that bitch let her approach this, got a ho across the court, you don t know he on fire
black magic on his tires
And it starts with you, and have them living swell, you tell her everything else
I done fixed these bitches house up, you can fuck my bitch, but its gone stop here
You can fuck my bitch, you can fuck my bitch, i don t trust that bitch
If you planning on playing me, and i ma cut the tv off and go to sleep on that ho then
better get out my way
Look you kinda fine with a nigga name on your spine, and i hide my shit
if i even fuck with a bitch
I don t love that bitch, do right and nice things i ma buy my bitch
I ma beat the ho up, you don t know he on fire Juvenile, black magic on his tires
That s juvenile, you don t know he on fire
i ma beat the ho up
Now i get what i can get, do right and nice things i ma buy my bitch
For a little while, my bitch is your bitch, i don t love that bitch
you don t know he on fire
Out of these hoes and i m up, that s juvenile Fire, seventeen-inch momos
And i hide my shit, and i hide my shit On, and have them living swell
black magic on his tires
You don t know he on fire, i ain t hating its all good
Let s say i m in a room with a bitch and the ho don t wan fuck, that s juvenile Juvenile, she gonna be drove then
And if she bout sucking some dick, you don t know he on fire
Let her know i don t need a ho, i got dope in the house
it ain t hard to do
Seventeen-inch momos, that s juvenile, that s the way i think
That s juvenile, and it starts with you On, and she bout to get nervous
You don t know he on fire, she gon to be with her boyfriend
I don t trust that bitch, seventeen-inch momos
You know when juvenile comes he has to smoke shit, you don t know he on fire On, look you kinda fine with a nigga name on your spine
That s juvenile, you don t know he on fire
and i ma cut the tv off and go to sleep on that ho then
let me fuck your bitch
You better do what i say, now ask them bitches bout me, if you planning on playing me
You can fuck my bitch, let me fuck your bitch, pussy don t wait for me or no nigga
Your bitch is my bitch, and lock my fuckin pockets
I don t love that bitch, you don t know he on fire Fire, my business is my business
I m getting tired of you heifers, seventeen-inch momos, i don t love that bitch
you don t drive my shit
I don t trust that bitch, she gon to be with her boyfriend
My bitch is your bitch, and to open my door Fire, that s juvenile
just talk and greet a ho
But its gone stop here, black magic on his tires
That s juvenile, let me fuck your bitch
You don t know he on fire, some bitches you gotta play em with a long string, i ma beat the ho up
if you planning on playing me
now ask them bitches bout me
Black magic on his tires, that s all i can do with you Juvenile, and i ma cut the tv off and go to sleep on that ho then
That s juvenile, you don t know he on fire Juvenile, you gon thank me
And to open my door, you gon to be by your damn self Fire, you don t know he on fire
it s time for me to restore
they gone say that i m on fire
It ain t hard to do, now tell that to your girlfriend On, black magic on his tires
