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Juvenile From Her Mama Mama Got Ass

ah (She get it from her mama) She, she, get it from, her mama (Era-era-era) (She get it from her mama) (She get it from her mama) (She get it from her mama

give me a ring I like a woman gettin hers cause that's better then her tryna come up off mine I can't let her [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let

you up and your hoe I catch your mama going to therapy And cut her throat You lil' sister walking home from school I abduct her, then I fuck her I hit

ooh, shit Shoulda listened to my brother, huh? But I'm like fuck it now Mama got to buggin' out when them po, po got to cuffin' pops Now I'm in the

child support And these courts got me running, mayn Spending nights with these otha freaks' house And all my dawgs, mayn Warrants for yo' boy arrest got me sweating from

the strap we expect to pull it You see a nigga holdin gauge and you wish he would have Rolled by yo' mama house and put her in a coma 'cause niggas gone

I'ma Hot Boy a-k-a the Juvenile Come in through your door with that iron - callin' ya out You want do? ya bitch you Got me all rav'd up and shit and

mama? (I'll go cross the border papa) So why don't you run across the border mama? (I'll run cross the border papa) And what will you bring me back mama

Come on, we got another one player From New York to the Dirty how they loving it player? Baby you impressive let's get To know each other You the best of the best and You got