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[Chorus]
Hit em up. Put your mother f*cking hands up (Get ‘em up n*gga)
Hit em up. Put your mother f*cking hands up (Get ‘em up n*gga)
Get em up. Put

the Barrel
Hollow point  NFL Bullets That a tackle you
Karma a mother f****** Like a b****
I'm a back of You
Wifey f*** your close Friends I've been through It

hardbass
I am Russian, you are not
F*ck your mother suck my c**k
Три полоски Adidas
сука блят, it's hardbass
Иди нахуй, алконавт
It's hardbass, no f

a new enemy
Come to the house unstrapped
Trying new shit get capped
Run your mouth just one more time
Imma F*** your mother faster than this rhyme

Are

bothered
I'll F your mother

Hey Hey 
Medication
Hey Hey
Medication

Come on show me how
Come on tell me now
You want to try
Try to make it work
Get it out

Fennario

Joan Baez

Ballad Book, Vol. 2

1990

like a dove.
F see
They call her by name pretty Peggy-o.

see Am F see
What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o?
See Em Am Em
What will your mother

Hey You I just gotta say man 
I don't give  a sh*t damn
Ima just go home MAN 
DO YOU F***ING WORK ON YOUR MOTHER***ing OWN
Coz I'm sick and tired

about peace no more, we seek violence 

Put your mother f*cking hands up, don’t move 
N*gga better not think of even blinkin in this bitch or imma start

of the freelance
Set yourself free
FREE
Quit your job
Your boss sucks
Quit your job mother f*cker!
Land of the freelance
Land of the free
Free Lance
Land of the free

a mut

yeah, yeah, aye
Yeah, yeah, aye

If anyones at this party with the three mother f- MVPZ
Ya'll needa stand outta your mother f- seats and party like

s**t mother f****r
Represent your s**t don’t be scared
Represent your s**t mother f****r

(Questions?)

Not now 

"Mother F***** let me see your mother f***** phone
Naw cause Bon'Quisha, LaTisha, Desha'Nique and let me see, Versace! 
Told me that you

they hand shaking talking about honor
Deep in they heart they fake  They trying to f*** your baby mother
Just keep it moving
I dont give a fuck what they

*ck you and your mother f*ckin mommy,
Pick a tune n*gga,
Danana,
Rrah rrah,
Bleh,
Ay let’s go n*gga,
Bitch it’s not April,
So stop acting like a fool n*gga,

Chorus

[Girl]
Let me tell you nigga, if I ever, ever catch your a$$ f*ckin around
I'ma cut your mother-f*ckin d*ck off
[Puff Daddy]
Hah, heheh stop

F**k you, you f**kin upity bi*ch! I'll f**kin' f**k you and all your lesbian fish-eating friends in front of your f**kin' mothers! You're gonna die,

F**k you, you f**kin upity bi*ch! I'll f**kin' f**k you and all your lesbian fish-eating friends in front of your f**kin' mothers! You're gonna die,

F**k you, you f**kin upity bi*ch! I'll f**kin' f**k you and all your lesbian fish-eating friends in front of your f**kin' mothers! You're gonna die,

And to think, I still really f**king hate your mother

And time changes everything don't you know
Thinking of memories so long ago
You were with me and I was your

Oh well f**k it
My ex left me for a bum well f**k 'em
He gone turn you into a mother f*****g stuffer
I take your wife of six years then I f**k her

have saved a whole damn life whoa
But you couldn't close your mother f*cking mouth
Uh

a beach
This beat is heat as a gas leak
Lit on fire by a f*cking molotov and L beam
No nothing is really as it seems,
Do your mother f*cking damn chores
Ok

K.O.

David Banner

The Greatest Story Ever Told

2008

the club
And get your ass stone shot
And watch your body fold up, hold up, role up
Catch your mother f**kin elbow in the club

I put the brass through

F***** city, I'm the mother F***** man now
Swear to god I, F***** stand out
And you wasn't part of the plans now
So get your mother F***** ass out

I'm