Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Follow Me Now , by - Juvenile. Release date: 13.06.2006
Song language: English
Follow Me Now |
| I want me a mill |
| To see just how it feel |
| No worries bout no bills, negotiating deals |
| Buy me some shit |
| Stuntin’in this bitch |
| 20s be on hit |
| Everything legit |
| I don’t want no war |
| But I can take it far |
| Put bullets in your car, whoever that you are |
| Woodie get in line |
| Make sure you aint gone shine |
| We be slangin iron |
| Everyday and everytime |
| Just because I’ma bad |
| I rammy after jags |
| When I get a sack |
| To niggas I’ma threat |
| Keep on gettin’blowed |
| Aint worried bout these hoes |
| Boy you know thats cold |
| The way I got’em drove |
| Shinin’like white diamonds |
| Nothin’but big tymin |
| My situation climbing |
| But simply cuz I’m rhymin' |
| The shit done hit the fan |
| They callin’me the man |
| Ya’ll boys don’t understand |
| This shit’s going as planned |
| Now follow me now if you want it on Salute at ease, then you carry on Nigga drop and gimme 50 if you do it wrong |
| I’m into weapons I control the dome |
| Give me all my chesse |
| With no static please |
| Go off with these reeds |
| In between your knees |
| You playin’you gone learn |
| Yo partners aint gone turn |
| Right after you get burned |
| We gone get them some churn |
| I’ma tell you once |
| I’m bout pullin’stunts |
| Got golds on my fronts |
| Stay full of them blunts |
| I don’t want be broke |
| I gotta feed my folks |
| Cuttin’niggas throats |
| Then runnin’by these hoes |
| Open up yo chase |
| Let me get a taste |
| A lot of niggas fake |
| Can’t let it go to waste |
| I wont let it be Give that there to me All of ya’ll gone see |
| Me in luxury |
| Look me in my eyes |
| Don’t tell me no lies |
| You wanna take my life |
| You tryin’to get some trife |
| None of you I fear |
| I’m runnin’this right chea |
| Aint gone shed no tears |
| When you disappear |
| I try to leave that lone |
| But you did that wrong |
| You call me on the phone |
| And told me it was on Now I’m in them streets |
| Bringin’all that heat |
| Straight to where you sleep |
| Won’t even let you eat |
| Somebody gonna snitch |
| And go out like a bitch |
| But I’ma get’em quick |
| And hit’em with my shit |
| Them laws gonna try to bust |
| But I don’t give a fuck |
| He would of shot me up If he’d of got me stuck |
| I’ma take my charge |
| Aint cryin’like no broad |
| And holla at them boys |
| On the boulevard |
| Woodie I’m in jail |
| Get all off my mail |
| See about my bail |
| Get me out this hell |
| So I can see the block |
| And open up my shop |
| I hope that bitch aint hot |
| Nobody got my spot |