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JuvieRay - Courtesy for Urgency Lyrics



JuvieRay - Courtesy for Urgency Lyrics




"Courtesy For Urgency"
Yea bitch ass nigga talking bout he gone kill me over a bitch
Nigga still got his bitch f*cked nigga
Juvie Baby check me out look
Aye
Got your bitch went in and out ain't talking bout no burger
Pussy boy he talking shit he might just do a hurdle
Catch his ass put nine holes in his body like he Curtis
Give it too him fast cause we got courtesy for urgency
Ride round with that tag you know this bitch here prolly stolen
Ain't catching me I bet I crash this bitch before I get pulled over
They laughing and they Josin
But this shit here ain't no joke
I up this bitch I bet he choke
You know this Glock came with a scope
He mad as hell so he riding round with a 45
Tryna leave some shells he causing hell
He say they gone die
But he don't give a f*ck
They try they luck then we gone go too trial
Better listen up before I bust and send your ass too God
But anyway I got this juicy hoe she choosy
I just say lights camera action
She get in her mode and do her move
Keep my chains on when we f*ck
Cause she love a nigga jewls
She out that brain on me no Yung MA
She made a young nigga say oouuuu
Lil boy you better think twice before you bust and try too play with us
Ain't no discussion ain't no tussling ain't no fighting
When them katers bust
Ring of fire out that choppa NLE ain't got no love for em
Like a church boy in the choir make him sing on his way too the lord
On his way too the lord
Church boy in the choir make him sing on his way too the lord
Aye
On his way too the lord
Church boy in the choir
Make him sing on his way too the lord
Got your bitch went in and out ain't talking bout no burger
Pussy boy he talking shit he might just do a hurdle
Catch his ass put nine holes in his body like he Curtis
Give it too him fast cause we got courtesy for urgency
Ride round with that tag you know this bitch here prolly stolen
Ain't catching me I bet I crash this bitch before I get pulled over
They laughing and they Josin
But this shit here ain't no joke
I up this bitch I bet he choke
You know this Glock came with a scope
Where I come from ain't have no cable
So we was outside
Tryna find connection on our phone
Ain't have no Wi-Fi
Burglary's and Robberies couple deceased
No they wouldn't our guys
But in the end it's bout a check
We chasing chicken just like Popeyes
Staying away from f*ck niggas that's what it's bout
Aye
You want respect you gotta give it
Word of the mouth
Keep running your mouth right too then pussy niggas
That's that pillow talk
You bitches better learn too stay up out my business
Before I have too stalk you down
Before I have too stalk you out
Aye
Creep down in all black I know where you at so bitch come out
Out
I'm like bro relax give me the strap Ima gun him down
Two shots too his scalp he hit the ground I like that sound
Steady trippin I got murder on my mind
Grab that pistol cock it back and best believe it that I'm firing
Pick up then shells no evidence I bet ain't shit that they gone find
All about them dead presidents I put it all on the line
It's Juvie
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"Courtesy For Urgency"
Yea bitch ass nigga talking bout he gone kill me over a bitch
Nigga still got his bitch f*cked nigga
Juvie Baby check me out look
Aye
Got your bitch went in and out ain't talking bout no burger
Pussy boy he talking shit he might just do a hurdle
Catch his ass put nine holes in his body like he Curtis
Give it too him fast cause we got courtesy for urgency
Ride round with that tag you know this bitch here prolly stolen
Ain't catching me I bet I crash this bitch before I get pulled over
They laughing and they Josin
But this shit here ain't no joke
I up this bitch I bet he choke
You know this Glock came with a scope
He mad as hell so he riding round with a 45
Tryna leave some shells he causing hell
He say they gone die
But he don't give a f*ck
They try they luck then we gone go too trial
Better listen up before I bust and send your ass too God
But anyway I got this juicy hoe she choosy
I just say lights camera action
She get in her mode and do her move
Keep my chains on when we f*ck
Cause she love a nigga jewls
She out that brain on me no Yung MA
She made a young nigga say oouuuu
Lil boy you better think twice before you bust and try too play with us
Ain't no discussion ain't no tussling ain't no fighting
When them katers bust
Ring of fire out that choppa NLE ain't got no love for em
Like a church boy in the choir make him sing on his way too the lord
On his way too the lord
Church boy in the choir make him sing on his way too the lord
Aye
On his way too the lord
Church boy in the choir
Make him sing on his way too the lord
Got your bitch went in and out ain't talking bout no burger
Pussy boy he talking shit he might just do a hurdle
Catch his ass put nine holes in his body like he Curtis
Give it too him fast cause we got courtesy for urgency
Ride round with that tag you know this bitch here prolly stolen
Ain't catching me I bet I crash this bitch before I get pulled over
They laughing and they Josin
But this shit here ain't no joke
I up this bitch I bet he choke
You know this Glock came with a scope
Where I come from ain't have no cable
So we was outside
Tryna find connection on our phone
Ain't have no Wi-Fi
Burglary's and Robberies couple deceased
No they wouldn't our guys
But in the end it's bout a check
We chasing chicken just like Popeyes
Staying away from f*ck niggas that's what it's bout
Aye
You want respect you gotta give it
Word of the mouth
Keep running your mouth right too then pussy niggas
That's that pillow talk
You bitches better learn too stay up out my business
Before I have too stalk you down
Before I have too stalk you out
Aye
Creep down in all black I know where you at so bitch come out
Out
I'm like bro relax give me the strap Ima gun him down
Two shots too his scalp he hit the ground I like that sound
Steady trippin I got murder on my mind
Grab that pistol cock it back and best believe it that I'm firing
Pick up then shells no evidence I bet ain't shit that they gone find
All about them dead presidents I put it all on the line
It's Juvie
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Performed By: JuvieRay
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Juvie Ray
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