Lyrics:
angels
Fuck on a rapper
Cum like a singer
Hang with a robber
She for the taking
Keep vibing
Keep moving
Came with my tooly
Lets make a movie
She wanna do
rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
not taking the blame
I say I love God makes it all in vain
All rise to the judge who shapes it plan
Remember a servant who pleaded forgiveness and all
call the lights out
No one going to see the end, see the light house
Death calls upon me suicidal king with a wicked queen
Call the servants please you
for a long time to become a
Big famous singer and performer and
This is just one way to do it if I make it
(Simon Cowell) - And what are
You going
made in Washington, D.C.
I think of the ones I consider my favorites
I think of the people that are working for me
Some civil servants are just like
Make me wanna dance
Make me wanna dance, please
Shawty what you doin' to me
Make me wanna dance
Make me wanna dance, please
Shawty what you doin'
of a servant
All of you helped make me
a business
Spare me these unending trials
Half your cast disappears
But the crowd still cheers
Opera
To hell with Gluck and Handel
It's a scandal that'll
It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered
By the bullet of bad the singer of sad
Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
posed to be my person
Det posed ta be on my person,
But you was just taking dick
The thought of it slick make me sick
Hell nah don’t sit on my face
Hold
rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
flirtin'
That time that I was flirtin' with uncertain
Never thought I'd be surrounded by
Housekeepers, chauffeurs, chefs and servants
Diamonds screamin',
Yeah he all about the money
That's how we get down
Got a bag ready for me
Every time I come around
Been trapping by the pound
Been trapping by
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
Hey yo, look,
I got gold lining on the cape
You can see it on display
An unrivaled skill with blades
Believe me when I say,
You don't wanna fuckin'
hear voices in my head for what reason
But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season
So back the fuck off and give me respect
Now they're
leave me again
To make sure, put on this 3-foot fucking rope."
Present day, I've been on the truck for 51 years
My only friend is the AM radio
It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered
By the bullet of bad the singer of sad
Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
adopted by His Father
I'm not a servant anymore
As I look out through these windows
Life remains the same out there
I set out with good intentions
But soon
betrayal's river
The freezing cold will make you shiver
Join the world of greater learning
Crown me king and be my servants
Misled by beauty
One you rarely
really writing hymns
Hoping maybe it can help me cover up my sins
The race is given to the one who makes it to the end
But when I look in the mirror I
You don make me involve o
Girl I don love you by force o
Na you wen make
My head dey spark o
You dey make me e nomu ne
E nomu ne
E nomu ne
My head e
submission to Jesus so my dream's just to be His vision of me, uhh
I'm just a servant serving, swerving past the serpent lurking
Surging on the verge
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