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"Juvenile Delinquent" is a track by Lil Keed, from the album Trapped on Cleveland, released 20th January 2018. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Ola Playa & Lil Keed] (Ooh, it's Money Mook on the beat) Slatt, slatt, slime, yeah Gorilla breed these niggas (Yeah) Going ape on these niggas (Knew) Slime (Family), knew (What's brackin'?) What's happenin'? (Uh), uh (Uh) Count up, count up [Chorus: Ola Playa & Lil Keed] This for my dogs in the feds (Woo) All my dogs gettin' fed (Rrr) Bentley Spur these niggas (Spur) But I bought the Wraith instead (Bought a Wraith) Ain't really smelling these niggas (Uh) Drop a bag on they head (Bag, bag) Gorilla breed these niggas (What?) Where they pop up somewhere dead (Damn) My young nigga burnt out (Nigga burnt out) My young nigga turnt out (They turnt out) Straight out of YDC (YDC) Tats all over his face (A lot) Murder to the first degree (Slatt) My young nigga beat the case (Blatt, blatt) My young nigga don't take no plea (No plea) Slime out lil' nigga face (Turn up, slimeball, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Lil Keed] Yeah (Yeah), you just gon' die 'bout your people (People) I sip this shit like it's legal (Legal) I drip this shit on your leader, yeah (Shrimp, shrimp) I drop the syrup in a liter, yeah Now my big B like the Bengals (Blatt) Give a fuck 'bout your ho, I mistreat her (Uh, uh) We let the stick ring like a ringer (Brrt, brrt, baow, baow) Yeah, push a button, nigga, get up (Get up) Fuck nigga, you a pup (Pup) All it take one call to Slime, huh (Brrt) You know the way everything up (Brrt) Bag on your head, triple cross (Whole lot) Now the lil' nigga ain't up (Ain't up) So many blue hundred in the money counter, yeah (Woo) Don't know why the shit gettin' stuck (Woo, woo) Yeah, these niggas, they actin' like bitches They never stepped foot in the trenches These niggas fake gangsters, they always be snitching They clutch on them bangers, get hit with the semi (Woo) Yeah, nigga better stay in your place (In your place) In a hotbox, I do the race (Ow) Pull up to your place, so many bullets in his house (Brrt) Now he don't got nowhere to stay (Keed) [Chorus: Ola Playa & Lil Keed] This for my dogs in the feds (Woo) All my dogs gettin' fed (Rrr) Bentley Spur these niggas (Spur) But I bought the Wraith instead (Bought a Wraith, slatt) Ain't really smelling these niggas (Uh) Drop a bag on they head (Bag, bag) Gorilla breed these niggas (What?) Where they pop up somewhere dead (Damn) My young nigga burnt out (Nigga burnt out) My young nigga turnt out (They turnt out) Straight out of YDC (YDC) Tats all over his face (A lot, face, face) Murder to the first degree (Slatt; Woo) My young nigga beat the case (Blatt, blatt; Brrt, brrt) My young nigga don't take no plea (No plea) Slime out lil' nigga face (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Rude] Don't make me unleash the beast (Unleash the hate) I keep a glizzy, it's tucked in my briefs (Tucked in my briefs) You don't want smoke with we (Nah) I keep a trick like she under my sleeve (Woo) All of my dogs got fleas (Know that) Young nigga wanna fuck, make her get on her knees (Know that) No, I'm not guilty and that's what I plea (Know that) Like fuck a DA and the same for police (Know that) Huh, feel like Khali, I'm the great (The great) I see the folks and I'm hittin' the gate (The gate) I got a bitch out of state (Uh) Call her right there if I catch me a plate (Catch me a P) I'm going north like Blake (Brr) They never gave me, you know that I take it (Huh?) My brother came home, yeah, he just beat the case (Uh) I'm ridin' with that stick like it's back in the days (Huh) You know we came on the bullshit (Came with the shit) I just got a drum, I'ma full it (Aim it at heads) Armed and dangerous and cruelty (Armed and dangerous) You know we the gang 'cause the mask off (Uh) Pull up and come take your ass off (Yeah) A glizzy the first thing was passed out (Glizzy) [Chorus: Ola Playa] This for my dogs in the feds (Woo) All my dogs gettin' fed (Rrr) Bentley Spur these niggas (Spur) But I bought the Wraith instead (Bought a Wraith) Ain't really smelling these niggas (Uh) Drop a bag on they head (Bag, bag) Gorilla breed these niggas (What?) Where they pop up somewhere dead (Damn) My young nigga burnt out (Nigga burnt out) My young nigga turnt out (They turnt out) Straight out of YDC (YDC) Tats all over his face (A lot) Murder to the first degree (Slatt) My young nigga beat the case (Blatt, blatt) My young nigga don't take no plea (No plea) Slime out lil' nigga face (Yeah, yeah)
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