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No Rules Lyrics by JUVOWAR

2022

*it’s costing you Baby*



*JUVO *



*????*



(JUVO VERSE)



Do me a favor, please don’t do me no favors

Do me a favor, make sure that Glock got a laser



My Bro serving za bags all flavors

Top 5 shooter just like the Lakers



Bro put em on Fox News he blazed him

Blowing on opp pack it’s amazing



That shit personal when you face it

These niggas be hurt when you make it



But you got to stay down

You got to keep going



You can’t get Complacent

If a nigga play cut him up like Jason



#2 Pencil erase him

Hit a nigga in his adams apple

& i knocked him out his stacys



#1 Boy you can’t replace me

I walk in the club if it feel Janky



If some shit go down you’ll thank me

Bands in my pocket no i’m not pranking



Stacking it up tryna get bigger ranking

That stick make him do a challenge he “planking”



Y’all niggas ain’t Felton (FELT TEN) like Raymond

I just left the bank another payment



Forgiato wheels we don’t do no daytons

My brodie up the score so up his ratings



Walkdown on a nigga & walkdown on his bitch

He don’t need a payment



Stomp on a nigga leave him on the pavement

He ain’t up top but he harlem shaking



One thing bout me, yea one thing bout me

I’m gone get the bacon



Junkie ain’t got no perks she aching

One thing bout me

I’m gone get the cranking



If i don’t got my cup then im gonna be cranky

He say he the best in the league



Boy take that bullshit down the street

My niggas ball y’all in the G league



If i dont take him off then thats a good deed

How you from the D can’t go the Belle Meade?



Nigga.. you str8 up flodging

He see them bullets he dodging



Dodging like a dodge charger

Nigga ask around the market



I don’t think they can find shit much harder

They keep saying that boy like some cooked crack

Until they dropped him into that water



He done crumbled.. he done fumbled.. 2 shots

He stumbled.. let’s go, let’s do it, lil nigga..

I don’t Rumble



I swear i be trying to stay humble

Get the money got that from my mama



Keep the blicky get that from my papa

Show packed out like a opera



I’m dripped out, dressed proper

Like i’m about to win a Oscar



Like i’m about to win a ESPY

I don’t want your bestie



I just told her bruh check me

How you want beef but you a deadbeat



I swear i don’t think he is ready

We get cake but not lil debby



Walk in the party i told her to move

I’m dripped down from my head to my shoes



I might just go buy some botega boots

For when it’s raining or im tryna be smooth



I walk him down in Louis, i walk him down in OFF WHITE

Play with him & it’s gonna be a long night..

She keep popping her titties on Skype



Bugging.. Toxic..

We Bugging & We Toxic



He say he fucking with me boy stop it

Super fly nobody can’t stop me

He wait to see what i do and he copy



Ben Baller how these niggas watch me

Elliante how these niggas watch me



Johnny Dang how the nigga Grilled Me

Bitch.. i know you feel me



Pop me a Addy smoke a blunt thats the real me

Stressed young nigga drugs heal me



Music is my therapy dude

Sliding out of Chrrokees Dude



Sliding out Durangos & Shit

Your girl is a scene girl, i swear she always in the mix



She wanna get a shot of the casa, she wanna get a shot of the henny, she wanna come back to the casa



Noooooo, my bitch might kill me

Lil broke bitch get off, my girl is a young boss



Groupie hoe you a straight gnat, plus you don’t even

Got no sauce, got your baby daddy running randy moss



Stephon diggs pick the pack off

Gravedigger better watch how you talk



Bust @ an opp car that’s a total loss

30 round knock the fucking alternator off



Dickriding boy, aleternating balls

Nigga just find you find a team & stick to it

Otherwise nigga you gotta move it



I swear that my life just feel like a movie

I might just change my name to “J The Bully”



That Glock Automatic turned it to a Fully

That trigger screaming “nigga just Pull Me”



I’m tryna get high tryna roll up the trees

I don’t want your thot, i don’t want your treesh



I’m in the streets, NFL

The only thing that im missing is a pair of cleats
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