95 Degrees ft. FTB Ju Lyrics

I met her in the A, tryna see what that be bout I ain't tryna fuck right now, I need some

Mean mouth Always dream chasin' like I'm steady, bringin

Meek out Diamonds bustin' now, I'm tryna bring them

Freaks out Me and Juu up in the stu, we bout to tweak

Out two minute sex tape with the bitch, hope she don't

Leak out Lil brodie, high up off that Za, he bout to

Freak out 95 degrees outside, he pullin' jeans out

So many bad bitches callin' this a freak house For FTB, clear the room for I tweak out

Too many hoes in the room with their cheeks out I'm tryna have fun, but now I gotta bring

The beam out

Pick a side, you can't be choosin' late 223's hit him, gave that lil' nigga a

Boosie fade Lil' brodie jazzin' out his mouth, something like

He Rudy Gay Shot my shot and didn't score, I call that

Shit a booty play dropped em Cause we caught him at the red light

She kinda smart, I'm tryna see what that head like

A hundred thousand dollar walkthroughs, I had to flash ice

Bro been pumping gas off the block, check the last price

From band lab to the stuski Could've been my bitch, signed the record

Shout out Druski That lil' bitch dirty, tryna act like she

My booskie Dirty mask, Michael Myers, told lil' bro to

Get a new ski Smokin' on this gas, we ain't puffin' on

No Lucy I'ma hit the club with the guys and the tooties

I hear the cup, talkin' to me, sayin' leave

Me, you abuse me I'm with my side, bitch, out of them

Niggas, you gon' choose me? She pull up on me, tryna fuck

She pull up on me, tryna fuck, can you scoop me

Left, right, uppercut a bitch like I'm Bruce Lee

Saying that's her favorite song, but, bitch, I ain't Toosii

But what we got? Long clip like a banana

3MW stick to the mojo just like Tana I just poured a four or a deuce in a Fanta

Call bro Dwayne, he rock niggas like Nirvana Oh shit, I met Nirvana

Two men with this bitch, she tryna bring her mama

Glock, he pointed at his face, gon' heat him like A sauna

In the field like Fortnite, shootin' llamas And I ain't fuckin' with the drama

Shorty got a whole lot of ass from her mom Bring them sticks out, bring them glicks out

If it's problem These thot bitches chillin' with my guys, tryna

Line them And no, she can't get in my pockets for a

Dollar I'm in the Plan B section, dancin' down the

Aisle She like a used car, steady runnin' up her

Mile It's too much weed in this blunt, bitch

I need a packer Let a dumb bitch say some shit, I'ma have

To smack her She's like, ooh, you a dirty old bastard

Ask the guys if I need her, I'ma have her Glock .45, sleight of hand, reload faster

Bitch, we ain't on the same page, different chapter