OJ Da Juiceman - Mathematics (Lyrics - Paroles)

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OJ Da Juiceman - Mathematics (Lyrics - Paroles)

OJ Da Juiceman - Mathematics (Lyrics - Paroles)
(Hook)

In the trap, back at it

All in know is mathematics

Man that clean fish scale

Chicken wings straight out the wrapper

2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper

Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper

Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper

Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta

Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa

Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level
(Verse)

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 trappin with them blammers

Out here servin their Diana, got keys just like pianos

In the kitchen cookin 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

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

Man that clean fish scale

Chicken wings straight out the wrapper

2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper

Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper

Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper

Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta

Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa

Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level
(Verse)

Swear I’m team rich, we’re not cookin 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 there’s a fish

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

Cus Jay love the rocks and the nigga love to sniff

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

Feelin like Tony, got my name on the blim

Shout out to Memphis, got Young Juiceman feel like pimps

Caught me slippin once, got Young Juiceman with a limp

100 rack dom, 20 bands for the rims
(Hook)

In the trap, back at it

All in know is mathematics

Man that clean fish scale

Chicken wings straight out the wrapper

2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper

Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper

Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper

Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta

Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa

Small fried nigga, you’ll never be on my level
(Verse)

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 ridin 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 choppas you can’t duck it

You better not try to twerk it

You ain’t Ussain Bolt 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

Man that clean fish scale

Chicken wings straight out the wrapper

2008, Juiceman turned into a rapper

Coming down the road with them bricks in a capper

Flyin down the criss and my daughter pamper

Zone 6, white head, east Atlanta

Geeked up, help with the bags, nigga you can call me Santa

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

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