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Juco Video (MV)




Performed By: WinnaHawk
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Lyndon Franklin
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WinnaHawk - Juco Lyrics




Green light
Shut shuu shuuu
I'ma go half way
Niggas be talkin' about all that motherf*ckin' shit

That we did in Vietnam, motherf*ckers
I can't even care less about nothin' anymore
Forgiotos on my bro whip, think I need some vossen
She just ate it all, but don't do this, often

Get a nigga touched for the star in Boston
Man, you niggas a zero, I slime it like sito
You stay in the way, you get rolled like a gyro
Nigga lame as a f*ck if he die, I'm a hero

And it's not GTA, but I'm shootin' like Niko
She think she Worldwide, but she fell off like Miko
I'm poppin' out Padded like I play for Juco
Pussyboy touchdown, don't say too much now

Got time on the way, I think I'm on a cuss now
Wrist cost some shit, I ain't gotta wear cuffs now
Nigga think he the shit, cause he got on some buffs now
Watch me go bust down, factory plane, but it's lame

I jumped out the motherf*ckin' plane with a dame
They callin' me, but I go ghost like Lil' Zane
I'm not a driver, but I can get in and out lanes
Hit a 20 my first, why you think I'm a change

That shit f*cked up, but they come with a game
Just bring out them boxes, they come for the game
Gon' tear this bitch up, it be no need for change
I'ma die by my paper, my government name

My kids, I'ma run up with two in a day
Put two in his face, if he play, we pray
Hold on. Put two in his face, if he play, we pray
Hold on

He play? Hold on
Put two in his face, if he play, we pray
The f*ck
What the f*ck is going on

I'm the same from the womb to the grave, I'ma shake
Pop his ass tell him, look at the light, you be straight
It's a fact, I'ma run up a M anyway
So you might as well f*ck me, don't think you should wait

Shit vibe, I'ma draw down if it's foul play
If it's money I take, I can't give you no break
Just sick, cause I got tied to Count Pape
Send it to me, this race ain't no relay

Slap a card on the track like I'm throwing spades
Hit your bitch from the back cause I'm tired of her face
It's 48 hours, it's cold case
But that body been gone like a week straight
We can draw down or hit let's play it safe
You ain't ready for funerals anyway

I've been trying to be humble, but racks in the way
I've been waiting to rock that lil' boy away
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English

Green light
Shut shuu shuuu
I'ma go half way
Niggas be talkin' about all that motherf*ckin' shit

That we did in Vietnam, motherf*ckers
I can't even care less about nothin' anymore
Forgiotos on my bro whip, think I need some vossen
She just ate it all, but don't do this, often

Get a nigga touched for the star in Boston
Man, you niggas a zero, I slime it like sito
You stay in the way, you get rolled like a gyro
Nigga lame as a f*ck if he die, I'm a hero

And it's not GTA, but I'm shootin' like Niko
She think she Worldwide, but she fell off like Miko
I'm poppin' out Padded like I play for Juco
Pussyboy touchdown, don't say too much now

Got time on the way, I think I'm on a cuss now
Wrist cost some shit, I ain't gotta wear cuffs now
Nigga think he the shit, cause he got on some buffs now
Watch me go bust down, factory plane, but it's lame

I jumped out the motherf*ckin' plane with a dame
They callin' me, but I go ghost like Lil' Zane
I'm not a driver, but I can get in and out lanes
Hit a 20 my first, why you think I'm a change

That shit f*cked up, but they come with a game
Just bring out them boxes, they come for the game
Gon' tear this bitch up, it be no need for change
I'ma die by my paper, my government name

My kids, I'ma run up with two in a day
Put two in his face, if he play, we pray
Hold on. Put two in his face, if he play, we pray
Hold on

He play? Hold on
Put two in his face, if he play, we pray
The f*ck
What the f*ck is going on

I'm the same from the womb to the grave, I'ma shake
Pop his ass tell him, look at the light, you be straight
It's a fact, I'ma run up a M anyway
So you might as well f*ck me, don't think you should wait

Shit vibe, I'ma draw down if it's foul play
If it's money I take, I can't give you no break
Just sick, cause I got tied to Count Pape
Send it to me, this race ain't no relay

Slap a card on the track like I'm throwing spades
Hit your bitch from the back cause I'm tired of her face
It's 48 hours, it's cold case
But that body been gone like a week straight
We can draw down or hit let's play it safe
You ain't ready for funerals anyway

I've been trying to be humble, but racks in the way
I've been waiting to rock that lil' boy away
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Writer: Lyndon Franklin
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