Juvenile - Narcotics Ft. Gucci Mane & Young Juve Lyrics

Juvenile - Narcotics Ft. Gucci Mane & Young Juve Lyrics:

[Hook: Juvenile]
Said she that work, cocaine body
A-1 Nola, I call it narcotic
I need another hit, I’m startin’ to get violent
Pullin’ out the chopper got me ‘round here wildin’
Said she that work, cocaine body
A-1 Nola, I call it narcotic
I need another hit, I’m startin’ to get violent
Pullin’ out the chopper got me ‘round here wildin’

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Just like coke, she got that work
And she got it hidden right up under her skirt
I ain’t even dancin’ you’re makin’ me sweat
I had to slow it down, I had to take a deep breath
One pure fiend, the line’s still long
And it’s gon’ be that way until it’s time to go home
I grab hold to a pretty bitch and I say:
What is it, full? I been waitin’ all day
Look at her face, damn she built
Where would a nigga be at in this world without milk?
On a regular night it never take me this long
I probably would have grabbed her by the arm and been gone

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
She got that work, cocaine body
Last bitch I had was down, but I couldn’t make no profit
Tried to put her on the game, she didn’t want no knowledge
Got that real good brain, but I ain’t seen no college
I need to change the chick in just ‘cause this bitch got mollies
Left a stain on the brain so this bitch start smilin’
Switchin’ lanes in the Range, man the kid be stylin’
Her friend callin’ me, man, this nigga straight wildin’
Pussy nigga, I ain’t lying, man this hoes cook nice
She ain’t but you a Mercedes, why the fuck’s she trying?
Bitch, I’m doin’ all the driving, but she doin’ all the ridin’
Since I’m doin’ all the cooking, then I’m doin’ all the shinin’

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Juve]
I’m out here fuckin’ wildin’, up ‘cause I need a fix
And your hoe built up pretty dope, I’m talkin’ house of bricks
Top like a quarter-pound, ass is like double that
And if she front a nigga somethin’ I’ll flip it and bring it back
I’m servin’ dick, skeetin’ white, bumpin’ in her trap, mouse
Work so good make a nigga wanna tap out
Homies say that I’m trippin’, but I tell ‘em I’m faded
Champing to make it as long as I got my medication
Body look like that purp, pussy purer than ‘cane
Ecstasy with that neck, ‘cause look, mama mouth is insane
She run that shit like a hustler in the streets with it
But she hella bad, hella thick and petite with it

[Hook]

Juvenile - Power ft. Rick Ross Lyrics

Juvenile - Power ft. Rick Ross Lyrics:

[hook: juvenile]
i'm from the hood and i represent (power)
j. prince, nigga, that's (power)
v-12 engine, that's (power)
electric company, i need (power)
satellite dish, bitch (power)
you can't charge up shit without (power)
you want to know what make the world spin? (power)
you're running low so nigga, plug in (power)

[verse 1: juvenile]
power is muscle, there ain't too many niggas with it
money on my mind, i swear i wear it like a fitted
i'm pouring out my heart to be that nigga in the city
homies in the hood already saying i done did it
power's what i got, i show it off cause i could
field goal kicker, motherfuckers, i'm good
the drop's got a v-12 in it, it go bbrrrrr
and the bitches be like, "uhhhhh"
i'm no quitter
i could get a nigga knocked off sitting on the shitter
i wake up in the morning and i call shots
i ain't trying to buy a car, i want the car lot
i'm in a whole nother tax bracket
shop addict, a nigga got a saks habit
i talk money boy, take heed
they get the picture when i say cheese

[hook]

[verse 2: rick ross]
power is something that you develop on the block
pull up on a bad bitch sitting in a drop
top down and a young nigga smelling like money
coke cologne, now come and get a brick from me
born in the ghetto, now a nigga in a mansion
looking at my bezel and that motherfucker dancing
power is something that get a nigga questions answered
now these hoes so romantic
look at me balling, we courtside at the game
twenty for the ticket, 'nother hundred for the chain
count money, money machines they going ccccccrrrrrrr
so that mean a nigga full
nigga got to get it in the sun like a dog
way before the watches, i'm the motherfucking boss
money come with power and i think we got it mastered
snatch the bird out the plastic

[hook]

[verse 3: juvenile]
power is respect, you gotta get it in the mud
check the dna, see if it's really in the blood
motherfuckers talking about me say i'm a thug
they figure since i'm balling up packets from the drugs
niggas in the kitchen mixing dope like a chemist
they pray that i'mma lose it -- that ain't in my religion
boy, i drive birds down south like a pigeon
you ain't sitting on a hundred million, you ain't living
smoking on kush, it's smelling like ass
i run through a quarter million like grass
scarface, bitch -- i'm feeling like brad
i'm a underground king like chad
i'm in the mansion with an opal model marilyn
she told me i was dope -- no heroin
power make a nigga show his arrogance
let's break it down -- bring the barrels in

[hook]