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Juvenile What S Up Wit Dat

shit Nigga grease me up or I'll stick you up Nigga put yo hands up befo I fuck you up [Lil Wayne] (Hook Repeat 2x) Now What's up wit dat Cause you know

made a lil paper now Walk around like dats what shaped us now It?s funny how they all wanna be gangstas now But you will know it when I walk up on ya

azz up? You's a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up? Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up Ho, who is you playin' wit? Back that azz up

Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank (With Ant Banks, yo) Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit dank (Seven Deuce) Fuckin? wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin? wit

in wit somethin' he came out wit one i say what is these called silver-sacks he told me no stupid-ass we call dem my nickel bags i bus one up wit him

again I cant pretend That everythings ok Hung up on you still in to you Caught up in this crazy game Hung up on you still into you Caught up in this

take it on down Uptown in '97, it's the place to be They packin M-11's nigga and 223 Erase faces all day, AKs get sprayed That's how it be goin down around

candy red droppas on choppas you love dat (love dat) i see yo big ass and i love dat like juvenile bak dat ass up in my direction and let me rub dat

Boy what? wit my crew like this Comin thru wit my crew like this Uhh, wit my crew like this (Comin thru wit my crew like this) Comin thru, what? blowin up