>Juicy is my name
>Sex is my game
>Let's call the boys
>Let's run a train
Music lines that pop into your head constantly
>last name ever
>first name greatest
>like a sprained ankle
>boy I ain't nothing to play with
we are death.... fukk you!
>Shell toes, yes. P.R.P.S
>There's a man riding a horse on top of my chest
>Polo fresh, I am ze man
>I be slam dunking Tanqueray shots wit' LeBron
>Told niggas keep it Carmelo, okay
>Rolled past Dave told him "hello" and "hey"
>Me and Cash in something old on 23's, ho
>Back window says "Mama Mel Bicho"
>this nigga salt perfect [sic]
>He shoulda stayed in the shade
>no wonder he came out
>he already in the gay parade
WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME WHEN IM NO LONGER YOUUUNG AND B EAUTIFUL????
>bitch, i'm feeling like jay z
>bitch i'm feeling like master p
>semen stains the mountaintops
>and the road becomes my bride
>i am stripped of all but pride
>close your eyes
>look deep in your soul
>step outside yourself
>and let your mind go
>puffing on that paradise that kush had got me paralyzed
>yall niggas cappin
>yall niggas faggots
>yall like to chomp dick