Juicy J Durdy

I’m from the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty

I keep a Styrofoam of muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy

A couple foreign hoes that’s slutty, slutty, slutty, slutty

I call my jeweler, told ’em flood it, flood it, flood it, flood it, flood it

I’m from the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty

I keep a Styrofoam of muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy

A couple foreign hoes that’s slutty, slutty, slutty, slutty

I call my jeweler, told ’em flood it, flood it, flood it, flood it, flood it

I’m from the dirty, I came up from nothing

I’m from when niggas hop out and pop your ass for nothing

250 on the dash, I do that shit for nothing

I put 100 on your head, I bet your niggas touch ’em

50 on these yellow diamonds, got my fingers buzzin’

50 up in king of diamonds, got these bitches bussin’

All these bitches say they love me, I can’t never trust ’em

You know I can’t go nowhere without the fucking Russian

I ain’t with no back and forth, I see that nigga, rush ’em

Hit that nigga andalay

Do that shit a smarter way, pop up where your momma stay

If they want a war then tell ’em pussy niggas bombs away

I come from when you talk that shit, nigga you gon’ be gone today

I’m from the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty

I keep a Styrofoam of muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy

A couple foreign hoes that’s slutty, slutty, slutty, slutty

I call my jeweler, told ’em flood it, flood it, flood it, flood it, flood it

I’m from the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty

I keep a Styrofoam of muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy

A couple foreign hoes that’s slutty, slutty, slutty, slutty

I call my jeweler, told ’em flood it, flood it, flood it, flood it, flood it

I got some shooters on the squad

I got some killers on the team

I drop a hitter in my bottle, you don’t wanna hit my lean

Nigga everything exotic, no doubt bitches on the scene

Dropped the car note on these glasses and a portion on these jeans

Got your bitch so hot, she swear for god she just seen Jesus

She give me nothing but head nigga just call me Beiber’s

I call me jeweller, they get my chain up out the freezer

I got some niggas that’ll come and blow you to pieces

Nigga I’m itching to do it, just give me a reason

Nigga I been got my stripes in the hood like Adidas

I do this for all the struggling under achievers

Made it to the top now the non believers believe us

I’m from the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty

I keep a Styrofoam of muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy

A couple foreign hoes that’s slutty, slutty, slutty, slutty

I call my jeweler, told ’em flood it, flood it, flood it, flood it, flood it

I’m from the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty

I keep a Styrofoam of muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy

A couple foreign hoes that’s slutty, slutty, slutty, slutty

I call my jeweler, told ’em flood it, flood it, flood it, flood it, flood it

Flood that shit, nigga

With ice

You know what I’m saying

Most expensive diamonds

You know, we hustled for this shit

We worked hard for this shit

So, nigga

We gotta flex, my nigga

We gon’ flex

You know what I’m saying?

Fuck what you talking about

We gon’ get the new cars

We going to the club

You know what I’m saying?

Shit, we gon’ hit the strip

We gon’ do all that shit, man

We supposed to, man

Shit, you worked hard for that motherfuckin’ shit, nigga

Buy your momma house, nigga

Shit

Take care your team, nigga

Yeah

Juicy J Mafia Niggaz

[Juicy J:]

Yea all these motherfuckers out here talkin’ that motherfuckin’ shit

Let me guess what you is my nigga, seeeeee!

[Repeat]

(Nigga we don’t give a fuck ’cause we don’t fuck with’cha kind)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

Once we drop, see you on the block

We gon’ open shop, with’ them thangs that they call them cops

Click, click, click, click, POP!

Don’t you step, with’cha weak ass self, yes I know you hard

Three 6 Mafia got this Memphis, Ten. on the, the, the, the LOCK!

Say you real, I can’t tell you real, I’ll put down a mil’

Talk that hit, mang I getcha mang, shoo-shoo-shoot to kill

And he trill, and he know the deal, always packin’ steel

Buckin’ hollows for yo’ chest to swallow, fe-fe-fe-fe-feel

[Verse 2: La Chat]

Nigga what bitch? what ho? fucked ya up

Get up, throw it up, better duck, ‘finna buck

Cause I’m, ‘finna put this lead to ‘ya

La Chat gon’ have to do ‘ya

You bitches talkin’ shitt-a

I’m a have to bring it to ya

I’m strapped up with’ them Rugers

So slick, I’m known to fool ya

Hollow tips is goin’ through ya

A bitch that love to shoot ya

What ya talkin’ bout boy? that hoe?

That’s me, I breathe this set you bleed

I’m a bitch that don’t start shit

But killin’ off all my enemies

[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]

Here I go again bitch, loadin’ up them guns

Lookin’ out for my enemies, bitch now here I come

Ain’t no fuckin’ with me, ain’t no fuckin’ with some

Some of my niggas, bitch we totin’ guns

Lock and fuckin’ load up, bitch we takin’ ova’

Bust him in his shoulda’, let ’em know they ho to us

Shouldn’t of ran that fuckin’ lip, talkin’ bout that Tre shit

Get’cha self dealt with’, real motherfuckin’ quick

[Verse 4: Frayser Boy]

Nigga let’s do it, let’s pursue it if you got beef with’ me

Trigger molester, nigga test us, run up dogg you gon’ see

Reppin’ that bay, carry that K, and will let loose on you sucka’s

I keep it cocked, you will get shot, I’ll bury you motherfuckers

This shit I speak, you best to peep it, fo’ you end up a victim

This shit is real, don’t need to steal, cause these bullets, I sent ’em

They comin’ at’cha, this I bet’cha, hypnotizin’ yo mind

I’m known to buck, don’t give a fuck, cause I don’t fuck with’cha kind

[Verse 5: DJ Paul]

Now it’s one thing I ain’t gon do, and that’s be playin’ ’round with some ho’s

Now it’s one mo’ thing I ain’t gon do, and that’s be hangin’ round’ with some foe’s

I’m kickin yo’ ho ass out this clique

Soon as I see yo’ ass ain’t shit

Punch the clock out, get yo’ Glock out, we can handle this

I’m meaner than yo’ regular but try to keep it cool at times

You started war with’ the realest niggas, but now I’m ’bout to change yo’ mind

Change yo’ face, shoot at yo’ place, blow you bitch into outer space

Let’chu know that T-R-I-P-L-E-S-I-X don’t play

[Verse 6: Lord Infamous]

I gotta’ do this shit exactly like I have it planned

I want you dead, I want you killed, yo’ heart be stoppin’ man

I got to spill your blood, I want to feel it in my hands

And put yo’ family in body bags and drag ’em in my van

I’m gonna teach yo weak lil’ bitch clique how to do a crime

I’m gonna steal, but shoot you weak fucks for a long time

That’s consequences, reprocussions, fuck with’ one of us

Your death is signed, sealed, delivered by the Infamous

[Verse 7: Juicy J]

Roll, roll, roll your dope, ridin’ down the street

Choppin’ up that goody-good, and smokin’ hydro weed

All these sheisty coward niggas, they can’t get with’ me

Talkin’ ’bout they pimpin’, slangin’, mayn nigga please

They mad because that Juicy J be on they Tele-V

And have they baby mama hollerin’, cryin’ on her knees

I tell ya this my nigga, that the hater pays a fee

You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp Juicy

(Nigga we don’t give a fuck, cause we don’t fuck with’cha kind.) [x4]

(We mafia niggaz, pullin’ da triggas, do you wanna fuck with’ these hot ass niggas?) [x4]

Juicy J Boat Load

Inhale, sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale

Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, let’s go

Yeah nigger, yeah nigger, I don’t read up

Got a fresh boat load but they loused up, took me above

Got me high as fuck, made a paranoid

I got my forty tucks, smoking and talking and kushing

Looking for pussy, there’s gushy, hitting the switches with bitches

Living and join my riches

Niggers can’t get with this pimping, straight born and raised out of Memphis

Runs… Dennis, rowing and get what I…

Smoking on that medical, high up on a pedestal

Blowing on that green love, feeling so incredible

Smoking get me high, but I be higher off them edibles

Still riding dirty but I’m dodging all the federals

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale

Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, let’s go

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve O

I’m a wild boy, fuck a eight time need o

28 grams that allow to that, matter of fact naked I pounded that

Get a double… with sour diesel and lemon g that’s how is that

I’m in the gang but my og’s kush

Blow that loud, makes me shush

23 jays and a red bow, call me Michael Jordan, mister swush, mister swush, mister swush

Don’t shit ask,.. that tush, this right here is my bad

A purple man wanna go down that bush

Everyday… to see for me

Everybody’s telling… but no the tree

So Santa Clause I got special cookies for him when he comes down my chimney

I got much to tear, much in there, nothing return means my frigider

I’m the… shepherd as much is shit, smoke everything fuck the air, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale

Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, let’s go.

Juicy J Deez Bitches Rollin

Play me some pimping mane

[Hook:]

These bitches rolling, we rolling up

Money pouring down, drank pouring up

I’m fucked up, it’s time to fuck

She’s fucked up, it’s time to fuck

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

College hoes love alcohol and popping adderall

And anything that got something to do with withdrawals

They on their highest degree, by swallowing ecstasy

Strippers on campus looking for them grant fees (RATCHET!)

I’m in the chicks dorm room blowing hash

Grabbing ass getting becky that’s that trippy swag

Molly in my system but I ain’t turnt up yet

Smoking paper jets with a blondie and brunette

They snortin blow, I’m double cupping

Juicy toss’ all hoes, no handcuffing

Fuck her once, then fuck her again

Then it’s on to the next, roommates and friends

[Hook]

[Verse 2: SpaceGhostPurrp]

I be that young PURRP, love to flirt, put my dick up in your skirt

Face down ass up that’s the way I make it hurt

Make it twerk on my dick, baby girl don’t you stop that shit

Take that dick, suck a dick for 2030 bitch

Come back, run it back, tell me where the burner at

Nigga talk nigga trip I’m a put him on his back

Lean back smoking pack, fucking with the loud sack

Heart beating fast like I’m about to have a heart attack

Real shit, trill shit, speaking how I feel bitch

Mac shit, pimp shit, till the day I’m still bitch

R.I.P fucking Jitt, RVXDXRKLVN up in this bitch

Fucking with Juicy-J, I’m a punch you in your shit (in your shit…)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Speaks]

You are now dealing with a stone cold pimp, shit

Do it for the nookie but I ain’t Limp Bizkit

Brand new bitch with a cherry red lipstick

She can turn a quick trick, something like a kickflip

Well, how convenient boo, you even brought your kneepads!

And let me hit it raw wearing nothing but my ski mask

And honey that’s a stick-up, but I’m so drunk I hiccup

And I got your uppers, after supper if you need a pick-up

But I never make her drop when the sun goes down

I’ll fuck her all night if the beat slows down, that that down down

I’m on that DJ Quik, I got that sugar free mossberg right up under my hip

And so I’m leaving them chip, if bitches running their lips

I got like 4 in the clip, I gotta couple of zips

And all these Purple Naked Ladies got me feeling like Prince. SWAG

[Hook]

Juicy J Codeine Cups

[Hook]

Chrysler flippin

Yeah, we “Still Tippin”

Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid

Codeine cups

Co-Codeine cups

Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)

Chrysler flippin

Yeah, we “Still Tippin”

Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid

Codeine cups

Co-Codeine cups

Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)

[Verse 1]

I’m fucked up… (Fucked up…)

On the lean, poppin rows with a Kush blunt (Yup)

With a bitch; ass fat, sittin from the front (You know it!)

Mind gone, mane I’m trippin and my eyes low (Chuuuch!)

Everything purple, all I see is weed smoke (Oh!)

Codeine died, now my bitch gon’ try (Mmm)

If you say “I ain’t high”, then you niggas lyin (Pussy)

A buncha trillist Memphis niggas, gettin throwed nigga (Bitch)

A buncha ho’s at the crib, buncha O’s nigga (Yep!)

Off that oil and it’s dirty, and I’m feelin great

Smoke a blunt, or two, or three; just to keep me straight

You gettin high or what, ho? Make a decision

That medical Promethazine; Trippy prescription (Ho)

Cups overflowin, my vision is dizzy (Vision is dizzy)

I’m like Bobby Brown ho, without New Edition, chuch

[Hook]

Chrysler flippin

Yeah, we “Still Tippin”

Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid

Codeine cups

Co-Codeine cups

Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)

Chrysler flippin

Yeah, we “Still Tippin”

Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid

Codeine cups

Co-Codeine cups

Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)

[Verse 2]

Purple-purple-purple; cup always full (Ho)

Pass it in a circle; E’rrbody smokin good (Nigga)

On the daily; Might smoke an ounce to fuck around (Yep)

Weed-mane; So high when I’m in ya town

Two thousand fifty, trippy (Trippy!)

She got a sippy-cup (Sippy!)

They say “Don’t drink and sip that lean!”, but I mix ’em up

Turned up to the max; real ranchid shit (Hmm)

She mad, and she smoked prolly half that bitch (Ho!)

You niggas still gettin tipsy; catch me leanin

Smoked some incredible; feel like I’m dreamin (Dreamin!)

My crib in Cali; Like Texas, sippin DJ Screw (Rest in peace)

Fridge full of bombay; but you can’t find no juice

[Hook]

Chrysler flippin

Yeah, we “Still Tippin”

Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid

Codeine cups

Co-Codeine cups

Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)

Chrysler flippin

Yeah, we “Still Tippin”

Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid

Codeine cups

Co-Codeine cups

Co-Codeine cups (Paint a picture so vivid)

Juicy J Choppa

[Project Pat:]

Pat’aaaahh!

Mayne you niggas know what it is

Nigga you didn’t hear the motherfuckin’ choppa?

You niggas don’t gonna do nothin’ but curl up like a motherfuckin’ beetle bug, kna’msayen?

Like a roly poly nigga. Yee ain’t do shit, get your monkey ass out the way. Get your ass murked!

[Juicy J:]

When you hear that choppa

You gon’ lay it down, you gon’ lay it down

You gon’ lay it down

When you hear that choppa

Get yo head down, get yo head down

Get yo head down

When you hear that choppa

You gon’ lay it down, you gon’ lay it down

You gon’ lay it down

When you hear that choppa

Get yo head down, get yo head down

Get yo head down

My lil homie keep a choppa on ’em

17, he already got some bodies on ’em

He ran off on his plug, hit the lotto on ’em

You can’t tell a nigga shit, you can’t stop the homie

Now he out here like he can’t be touched

He the youngest nigga out here buying bottles in the club

Throwing money on the strippers

If he fight, he pull them pistols

On a hand full of drugs with a whole gang of niggas

Living so fast, don’t get in his way

He ain’t even 18, got 2 babies on the way

They say lil homie got the juice, that’s the word around town

Caught him coming out the barber shop, the plug hunt him down

When you hear that choppa

You gon’ lay it down, you gon’ lay it down

You gon’ lay it down

When you hear that choppa

Get yo head down, get yo head down

Get yo head down

When you hear that choppa

You gon’ lay it down, you gon’ lay it down

You gon’ lay it down

When you hear that choppa

Get yo head down, get yo head down

Get yo head down

You ain’t got nothing for me

You don’t get nothing for free

Choppa just like the police

Imagine what I do with beef

Catch

Pick him right out of my teeth

My niggas is eating with me

They off the leash, you dealing with beasts

You say it’s a struggle to you, really it’s nothing to me

Bitches be fucking for free

Falling in love with the d

Falling in love with the fact all for nothing and nothing is fucking with me

Bullets gon’ grind you, don’t never say nothing and be right back out on the street

Came here from nothing to something, if you don’t want nothing, your nothing to me

Plus I got nothing but love for the millions, the niggas who hating on me

Hop in my whip and pull off on niggas, my bitches is waiting on me

I got them choppas for niggas who thinking that they wanna take some from me

When you hear that choppa

You gon’ lay it down, you gon’ lay it down

You gon’ lay it down

When you hear that choppa

Get yo head down, get yo head down

Get yo head down

When you hear that choppa

You gon’ lay it down, you gon’ lay it down

You gon’ lay it down

When you hear that choppa

Get yo head down, get yo head down

Get yo head down

Juicy J Road To Sri Lanka

On the road to Sri Lanka, the sun as sweet as Willy Wonka

She a 10, I’m a monster

Wanna get it in? I’m the sponsor

We just flew over Dubai, we just made love in the sky, we just might never come back, it’s what they call a perfect match

Hop in the new Lamborghini, in your new Gucci bikini, we used to sit on martinis, now we sippin’ on bellinis

Dedication turn to frustration, all we needed was a conversation, medication, and some meditation

All we needed was a little patience

All she needed was the perfect guy, all I needed was a ride-or-die

All she ever asks is that I try, all I ever ask is never lie

Takin’ pictures of expensive dinners, makin’ babies in expensive rentals

Never endin’, but we just beginnin’, we just started but we never finished

This is everything you ever wanted, this is everything you ever needed

This is everything you wanted and more, I know you complete it

This is more than you can ask for, filling papers in your passport

Would you really rather ride for?

Or would you really rather die for?

I’m on a road to Sri Lanka, I’m on a road to Sri Lanka, I’m on a road to Sri Lanka

(Fix your face!)

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Juicy J Deep Down South

Send em niggas to yo house, banana clips and AK’s

Always talking about you gangsta nigga, that shit sound great

Hear you pussy nigga say you killas when you on stage

Send em goons out to yo show, nigga you get scared straight

I come from the north, even young niggas don’t give a fuck

Come through with the extended, won’t be long before they stick you up

All these robbers flogging on they CD’s talking about trap shit

Everybody talking that they shooters, but ain’t clap shit

I’m here tryna come up

Hustling til the sun up

6AM they got the sack, they out here doing numbers

Snitch ass niggas in court

Hating ass nigga turn in form

Gotta watch what you say on the phone with a nigga, cuz you never know what you record

Bitch, with all these albums I sold

I kept it real with my people and never gave up my soul

Don’t think cuz I’m on a roll

That I won’t point and unload

I point that finger to yo melon

Then get back to the show

[Hook x2:]

Deep down south in the hood nigga slanging

Hustling and gaming, tryna stack some change in

Land of the lost, full of gangstas and killas

Niggas all about they damn scrilla

[Project Pat:]

Project Pata

Choppa spitta

Like water hosay

Blowing on the cali louda

Sippin’ rozay

Smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip

Smoked out, choked out, damn this some good shit

Damn that’s a bad bitch

Y’all smoking babbage

Pistol to your head bitch

Gimme all yo cash bitch

Cuz we robbing and jacking

You fuck niggas slacking, these cities be packing

The money we stacking, you fake niggas acting

You facing a crackin

Your face be cracked in, the forty will swing like a bat and blood splatter

My young nigga slanging and banging

So man ya know they into stacking

You know we lit, get broke in this bitch, bitch its a smashing

Killers on deck, don’t write a check, your ass will be cashing

[Hook x2]

Juicy J Luxury Flow

[Intro:]

1 AM, stone as night

Still blessed to have you here with me

Real shit, so I’m still kicking it

[Verse 1 – Juicy J:]

I do it better than most of these guys

Getting money is the joke to these guys

When you get my type of money, you don’t notice them guys

Stay focused on the money or be broke when you die

Niggas know not to be stepping on my situation

You know the type is where I’m head it

I throw money like I fade it

Hate the struggle, hate the grind at my nigga basement

Used to hate it on the nigga, but your figure’s never me

Real tall, I can quit

Also till I die I’m still getting higher than an elevator

Bye bitch, I’m everywhere where cash is

You ain’t getting no aces

You’re a liability to loyalty, now back that

Try to get you niggas game, you had to make a check

But you won’t survive if you get me like your last connect

[Hook – Juicy J:]

Luxury flows, I’ve got luxury flows

Throw it in my grip, that’s a luxury role

Luxury flows, I’ve got luxury hoes

Luxury flows, I’ve got luxury clothes

Gucci’s on my ass, nine hunned for them hoe

Luxury flows, this the luxury flow

Luxury flows, I’ve got luxury hoes

Luxury flows, this the luxury flow

[Verse 2 – Wiz Khalifa:]

I’m a Romeo, throw me up a jail and I’m a face it

Always been real, never had to fake it

If I call rapper meter she would take it

All up in her crib, I don’t care bout who she digging

And I’m on the [?]

White people stare when I walk up to the plane

I got Gs, I got Doh’s

I’ve got keys to the Rolls

I got cake by the O

[Hook – Juicy J:]

Luxury flows, I’ve got luxury flows

Throw it in my grip, that’s a luxury role

Luxury flows, I’ve got luxury hoes

Luxury flows, I’ve got luxury clothes

Gucci’s on my ass, nine hunned for them hoe

Luxury flows, this the luxury flow

Luxury flows, I’ve got luxury hoes

Luxury flows, this the luxury flow

Juicy J Feeling Like Obama

Presidential homie got me feelin’ like Obama

Ridin’ with them llamas got me feelin’ like Osama

Yeah I keep it on me nigga, you don’t want no drama

I put that on my momma

I put that on my momma

I put that on my momma

Presidential homie got me feelin’ like Obama

Ridin’ with them llamas got me feelin’ like Osama

Ayy, I’m thumbin’ through them commas nigga

My bitch look like Rihanna nigga

No DJ ‘out no Drama nigga

My young niggas are commin’ get’cha

That ain’t no threat, it’s a promise nigga

And I put that on my momma nigga

I’ve been runnin’ up a check

Jumpin’ niggas in the set

Jumpin’ niggas out the set

Don’t tolerate the disrespect

You gon’ end up missin’ ex

She try’na fuck me through the text

Told her I don’t want the sex

Told her bring me back the check

I don’t even want the neck

I’m a dog not a pet

I’m a bring the UZI out

I don’t even like the Tech

I’m a grind, I’m a shine all the time, bottom line, remember that

Where I’m from it’s all about the dollar sign but you gotta keep a vest

Presidential homie got me feelin’ like Obama

Ridin’ with them llamas got me feelin’ like Osama

Yeah I keep it on me nigga, you don’t want no drama

I put that on my momma

I put that on my momma

I put that on my momma

Presidential homie got me feelin’ like Obama

Ridin’ with them llamas got me feelin’ like Osama

Ain’t got no bible but I still got all my blessings though

I’m from the dirty dirty but I’m still a fresh ass dough

She like “why you always workin’? “, I can’t help it hoe

She like “where your plug from?” I’m like Mexico

When I’m in the A I’m smokin’ on that Texico

She like “who that?” that’s G-O, he the next to blow

You can’t hang with the gang, bitch it’s time to go

I can have which one I want like eenie meenie miney moe

Niggas in their feelings and I put that on my momma nigga

And they talkin’ millions but can barely touch a comma nigga

You ain’t gettin’ pussy, you a virgin, no Madonna nigga

You ain’t paid your rent, [?] llama nigga

And I put that on my momma nigga

I put that on my momma nigga

Presidential homie got me feelin’ like Obama

Ridin’ with them llamas got me feelin’ like Osama

Yeah I keep it on me nigga, you don’t want no drama

I put that on my momma

I put that on my momma

I put that on my momma

Presidential homie got me feelin’ like Obama

Ridin’ with them llamas got me feelin’ like Osama