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Hitted by the thunder i'm a really fuck boy touched by midas
Always dressing bitches with the finest clothes of lizards
I did in the club, they drunk

Agnus Dei/Worthy

Third Day

Offerings: A Worship Album

2000

AGNES DEI Lyrics & Music by Michael W. Smith
WORTHY Lyrics & Music by Don Moen

From the recording: Offerings, Track #4.

Alleluia, Alleluia
For our

(Love, these people surrounding within love, oh, I don't know)
(Loud told me once I might dance to this one...)

OK we start with straight shots

Everybody she wanna fuck all on me
She wanna fuck with me 'cause of my name
I don't gotta carry the strap
Wet up the spot, just because of my chain

Everybody she wanna fuck all on me
She wanna fuck with me 'cause of my name
I don't gotta carry the strap
Wet up the spot, just because of my chain

you got it on you
I'm coming for all that
All that all that
If you got it on you
Don't try to distract me baby
You should only back me
With out a point

Oh no I don’t trust ya I don’t trust ya
Yeah I went Randy Savage on a sucker
Then I had to put my feelings in a duffle
Ugh if the mud’s real dirty then

going if you know where you've been
So I begin with love laugh and grins
So even when I'm gone we don't have to start again
The love never ends

and I can just keep on going...
I just wanna thank You like Don Moen...
Thank You... thank You

Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives

education

And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by

Last Call

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

the album, you know
So, uh, Dame took me into the hallway
He's like "Yo, man, B, B, you don't want a brick, you don't want a brick"
"You gotta be under

Outro

Three 6 Mafia

O.G. Ron C. Of Swishahouse Presents Southern's Finest [Screwed And Chopped]

2001

And a partridge in a pear tree
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you just witnessed theft
The new Three 6 Mafia, Most Known Unknowns
Please don't fuck this album

What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat

Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD


Play the Album

Wallabees, smiles as he dons the
Weighty necklace it jibes with the new
Rolex on his left wrist
The Cartier Juste Un Clou
Bracelet on his right in a bit, he'll

was recording the album:
Cherry Bomb! The album!

I had a show New Year's 2015
And I haven't came out with music in a while

Damn, finally, you gonna

Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand

(loved)
Standing by the window questioning if dad is ever going to show up (up)
Isn't something he's gon' have to worry about
Don't get it twisted, that

the experience of the (unintelligible) behind me, I said to Steve, "well look here, why don't I
come back with you?" I mean, I like a couple of weeks in Jersey.
So

The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before

to the choice of the melody
You don't like it?
Fuck's that gotta do with me?
Fuck's this album to me?
Just a brick in my legacy
But a mountain for you to climb
So

worked out
But even with that, you motherfuckers
You know, you under shipped me and shit
And that's what I'll say
I don't, I really wholeheartedly

different and I'm wantin' to be me
While I'm out chasing dreams and it's a paradox of feelings
Goin' down this album's road, with nowhere to go, oh
I've got

('fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul ('fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (stop),