Juvenile On Fire

[Verse 1] Lets say I'm in a room with a bitch...and the ho don't won' fuck Like a man, I'ma beat my meat...and get my fuckin nut Fo'sho...she gon' be drove then And I'ma cut the TV off and go to sleep on that ho then Now tell that to your girlfriend, you tell her everything else She gon' be with her boyfriend - you gon' be by your damn self While I'm in my benz with your friend, and she bout to get nervous Baby, I don't want nothing but some mouth and lip service Don't act bad...don't get mad That's all I can do wit you, cuz I don't want your ass Look...you kinda fine with a nigga name on your spine Now, respect my fuckin mind! How I'ma hit that from behind? Got a ho across the court, and my lil' boo, she next door I'm getting tired of you lil' rappers, it's time for me to restore I done fixed these bitches house up...and have them living swell But still they had a nigga like me, was eatin a taco bell But after that shit...all that trick shit I stopped it And lock my fuckin pockets, you can't pick it or pop it Now I get what I can get out of these ho's and I'm up And if she wanna flex up...then I'ma beat the ho' up [Hook] Girl thats Juvenile...you don't know he on fire 17 inch Momo's...black magic on his tires (4x's) [Verse 2] See I know how to treat a ho... Just talkin to greet a ho... Make her know I don't need a ho... Don't mix up your people ho...