OJ DA JUICEMAN

OJ DA JUICEMAN - Mathematics lyrics

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Hook:

Chill!

In the trap, back at it

All in know is mathematics

Keep that clean fish scale,

Chicken wings straight out the wrapper.

2008, Juice-man turned into a rapper

Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper.

Flying down the... and my daughter pamper

Zone 6, nigga, right here, east Atlanta

...held the bags, nigga you can call me Santa!

Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level!

Hater get on my level, bricks come in on schedule

Dancing with the devil ever since I was in pampers

Georgia Baptist born but I was raised in East Atlanta

Zone 6 nigga, still trapping with them blamers!

Out here serving their Diana, got keys just like pianos

In the kitchen cooking hammer, make a hater turn the channel.

Mississippi mud, but my name at David Banner

In it for a bag, you can keep the fame and glamour (yes sir!)

Run bricks like Deon Saunders, my name ain’t left the slammer

32 ENT and the feds wanna ban us!

Born in the trap but they just don’t understand us

Grew up with the boys but half on jealous.

Hook:

In the trap, back at it

All in know is mathematics

Keep that clean fish scale,

Chicken wings straight out the wrapper.

2008, Juice-man turned into a rapper

Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper.

Flying down the... and my daughter pamper

Zone 6, nigga, right here, east Atlanta

...held the bags, nigga you can call me Santa!

Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level!

Swear I’m team rich, we’re not cooking fish

Catch me in the kitchen, nigga I can serve a dish.

Plug turned to raw, Chris Paul I assist

Slam like Blake, damn near broke my wrist!

Posted in the trap, in the yard is a fish

Say I got it funk rap, nah nigga it were bricks.

Cause Jay loved the rocks, and the nigga love to sniff

Smoking up the gas, like to sip, we call it piff

Feeling like Tony, got my name on the ....

Shout out to Memphis, got Young Juiceman feel like pimps

Caught me slipping once, got Young Juiceman with a limp

Hundred ... 20 bands for the ....

Hook:

In the trap, back at it

All in know is mathematics

Keep that clean fish scale,

Chicken wings straight out the wrapper.

2008, Juice-man turned into a rapper

Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper.

Flying down the... and my daughter pamper

Zone 6, nigga, right here, east Atlanta

...held the bags, nigga you can call me Santa!

Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level!

Shouts out to my baby, Chloe

Yeah, that’s my homie!

Nigga, run up on it, his family be lonely

I’m a act a donkey, banana with the monkey

In a stolen car but I’m riding with a jacket.

Niggas on like the hockey with some military functions

Going up bout mine, I ain’t dyin bout no fuck shit

Grab the sniper and say fuck it

Go in, steal a bucket

Then go extend the band, in and out that fuck shit!

These choppers you can’t duck it

You better not try to twerk it

You ain’t .... so you better not buggy!

I’mma keep it real, I’m that nigga not to fuck wit

Punch yo head like a brick or yo body, get it busted!

Hook:

In the trap, back at it

All in know is mathematics

Keep that clean fish scale,

Chicken wings straight out the wrapper.

2008, Juice-man turned into a rapper

Coming down the road with them bricks in a...

Flying down the... and my daughter pamper

Zone 6, nigga, right here, east Atlanta

...held the bags, nigga you can call me Santa!

Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level!

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