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this ain't no regular juice
Up in my cup, ooh
OG storm like Terry Crews, I'm never stuck
Ooh
30 sit right by my sock, I keep it tucked
Ooh that bitch say

Ay what it looking like
I go by junya pollee
Dallas texas oak cliff where my heart at though you know
Just a little something; give it to you no

Punch but
He moved like a sloth
I'm back at the studio now if I lost ya
And everything's straight
You can thank great posture
Hit my lil momma up cause

We Do This

Too Short

Cocktails

1995

shit on a regular basis
Got bitches everywhere in all kind of places
I can pull out my little black phone book
Flip every last page take a long look

Down For Me

G-Eazy

Step Brothers

2017

(She was the only one down, yeah
Only one down, only one down)
She was the only one down for me

Uh, stay loyal and stay down
By my side, every

the hell have I created
I'm faded
I’m faded
Time is just not on my side speed racin'
Wanna say momma I made it
Look at these songs and I made it
Come up is

Drippin dior
Buying my momma Michael Kors (Yeah)
Marble floors
This shit is expensive go look at the score (Yeah)
We MG, 4 by 4 from the south (Yeah)

Bad by Myself

Biz Markie

All Samples Cleared!

1993

longer?"
Me liking you grew a little bit stronger
She asked me what's my name I said, "Emmezah emmezah"
"The name that your momma gave ya is what I

Think I'm slippin' when I'm out of town
They don't know the shooters all around
Told my momma I'mma make her proud
Then I went and told my bitch

we straight out the jungle
This a Tesla, not a regular car
Got racks in my jeans, I don't do credit cards
I'm a ghost in the wraith, the ceilings got

got my weight up
I can tell by they body language that they devestated
Im going in No penetration
I got the drive, Acceleration (Vroom)
Momma told me go

A Life in the Day of Benjamin André (Incomplete)

OutKast

Speakerboxxx/The Love Below

2003

But see I'd balled out, and before I fall I'd
Slow my 'Lac down to a nice speed
The brain was that fried egg I might need
New direction was apparent

two holes, game over
Clip full of bullets with my name on it
Done crying, I’m just finna end the pain Momma
Hearing voices in my head, getting hurt by

cracking 4's like a GD do a Trae
Messing with the opps, get you popped, by a K
Gangster nigga, everywhere I step, they gon' kill for me
I'm from gangster

Don't Want No Foo-Foo Haircut on My Head

Mojo Nixon

Bo-Day-Shus!!!

1987

Oh the best hair of my generation been destroyed by stylin' mousse
Some of the best hair of my generation
Been destroyed by that evil stylin' mousse

walkway speed
As I'm tryna make waves on my own jet ski

Ain't no such thing as a broke jay-z
I know I'm on my way can't the way find me?
Why'm I living

mother grieving
Looking at my kids
Hoping God ain't curse my semen
Getting high watching time fly by
Tears burning up my eyes everytime I cry
And I cry

it
Get it off the lot as I skirt off to my music 
A fan of going fast in any car
Bitch, I'm Lil speed racer shooter like a star
You must not know by

Mixing potions then I sip sip
Got a brick then I flip flip
Only bothered by my bidness
I’ve been smoking out in traffic
Took a cab, I lost my car keys
I

on the sidelines watch me take your wifey
Pull up to the party cos that bitch excite me
When I FaceTime, you know she never decline
Put it on my momma A.C.E. Team be

Momma that I'm back to trapping
They ain't fucking with my energy
Any nigga owe me bread I swear that nigga dead to me
She know I like it nasty so I'm

a drive-by
I don't know, what to do
I been feeling so confused
Got a lot of shit to lose
Tryna stay up on my groove
First of all I'd like to thank my Momma

Momma mad at me like what the fuck did u just do
(Aye LoLo leggo)
Gave away all of my shoes, all of my clothes
Sorry Momma
Los, but I want me a new

the spirit shouldn't change none"
Yeah I know what I'ma do, all my homies they do
Malcolm man a commie I'm humble as Gandhi though
Straight out my momma