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Albums:

Striichmusig Bänziger Sed 1957 (Alphorn Trio Rebstein) · Sed (División Minúscula) · Sed (Callejeros) · Lullaby CD: Momma Will Rock You to Sleep (Lullaby CD: Chris Warren, Glenn Warren II, Netha Larsen-Schrimpf) · If My Momma Moves to Tennessee (Sharon Luanne Rivera) · Momma I Miss You (Janice Montgomery) · Momma Don't Hurt Me So Bad (Tod Rainey) · Thank Yo Momma (Malachiae Warren) · Delta Momma Blues (Townes Van Zandt) · I Love Women (My Momma Can't Stand) (Jerrod Niemann) – and 90 other albums »


They said it couldn't be forever
Wouldn't be forever
The grain ain't enough
You gotta mix it with the leather
Your grind ain't enough
You gotta
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
to nothing,
That I had time for nothing,
Said I wasn't from the velars
Or the sellers by your gunman,
I can see the folks now he got what he had coming,
I called Chad on Wednesday night
So we could make plans for Thursday night
He said "we could go hit the Peapods"
I was like yeah, that's my
no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do the language
Spotted in the mist was a bk logo
What we said well what do you know
This chick thought I was trying to play fly
'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans
cookies
Spotted in the mist was a BK logo
What we said - well what do you know
This chick thought I was trying to play fly
'Cause I had a pair of blue
Don'tcha let em jerk you around
And that's how lies get started
That's how lies get started sho'

**how do lies get started
Well, he said she said
And once they let me in the door it was war
With the world I was sure couldn't go back to before
Ever since we were kids they said we shouldn't mix
Momma said it's gonna be whatever you let it be
It's some homies I grew up with that's dead to me
It's some niggas that I just met in debt to me
What's
team
Flockaveli that’s my shooter
R.I.P to my nigga Dunk
Think about your ass every day
Momma called, said she need some money
Sent her ten bands
this week
Four young brothers got shot in the street
The very next day while I'm off to class
My momma go to work cold bustin' her ass
My sisters
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
honest
So fuck you fuckboys forever, I hope I said it politely
And that's about the psyche of Jaime and Mikey
You meet another pair better, highly
then throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like bitch I did that x-rated
Johnny don't wanna go to school no more, no more
Johnny said
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers

Just because my tone
Introducing the Jamie Hewlett of rapper music
Influenced by Stanley Kubrick, exclusive for all my hooligans
Oh, we just recruit again, I can take your
I turn it out whenever I'm in the mix
I'm creeping with my secret and that's how I wanna keep it, peep this

If I hit this pussy you going tell
a bitches house walk up to they moms
Grab 'em by the face and say, fuck off

Suck my nuts, bitch fuck you
You and your Momma can suck my dick
Suck my nuts,
came and sat by my side
and said, "MmmmmMMM! You know I smell good"
I said to myself, "Please oh please reverend now would
you speed up the sermon so I
moving up and getting mine finna make me a plate
I only got one life to live so I'm taking it day by day
Till it's taken away
Ahmad
I been killin' mix
I called Chad on Wednesday night
So we could make plans for Thursday night
He said "we could go hit the Peapods"
I was like yeah, that's my
hmm, time to get a gat 
So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like brother Thomas in his fat 
Momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap 
Saturday twelve
team
Flockaveli that’s my shooter
R.I.P to my nigga Dunk
Think about your ass every day
Momma called, said she need some money
Sent her ten bands