Lyrics:
that's contributed
To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test
When you step into the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow down
never stay dirty
Why you mad cause your pockets stay hurting
You a goofy and you got no purpose,
Test me test me
If you wanna get check pieced
Little
the sawed off choppin off all below your knees
I testify, not glorify, when I get high
Tell all that listen what I see through my blood shot eyes
My
on a mission tryin' to do me in
Fuck 'em I'm bout to get out, they all soft
I blow up like gauge, and in a rage blow they balls off
Why are you niggaz
and your jewels ain't lit
So tell them niggas I said break bread off
You know, spray lead off, take heads off
Break law, pay feds off
You ain't never
(Woop woop)
It’s the police, freeze
Please get down your knees
Nigga
All that I see on the screen
Violence and brutality
It’s world war 3 in these
the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Now I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back,
the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Now I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back,
When the cause and cure is you
I get so weak in the knees
I can hardly speak
I lose all control
And something takes over me
In a daze, your love's so
Will make me crawl back I know
A sucker for a trip
Your touch and smell
Complete capitulation
I'll get back on my knees
It will only take a notification
if you fall (fall)
And if they laugh, then fuck 'em all (all)
And then I got you off your knees
Put you right back on your feet
Just so you could
Told my aunt , yes I'm gonna be big
Taking off like a pilot I be sick
Really on top of my niggas I'm never debating hope you can relate
I hear what your
off your knees
Don't look to the sky
It wasn't a ghost
That gave you passion or drive
Everything you see here
Was built by your hands
You’re giving
Stand on ten just like a dime
Get on my knees and talk to God I be praying for a sign
Wack a opp and put that nigga on my spine
I had to run off
it
They just hand off man
They don't got what it takes
To get'er done
You see they're way spent
Waitin' on a paycheck
Holdin' on to their last breath
(yeah)
I get down to my knees, ayy
Tease, ayy
Whipped out the dick (oh, my God, so big, ah)
Veins, everywhere, so many veins
Off-colored dick
Darker
care
Hustling
Ended up balling
Bitch I'm a hot boy I ain't from New Orleans
Four hundred degrees tipping on d's
Don't run off will cut off your knees
Judge them when we turn the cameras off
Don't feed the phantoms
Ghost chasing's gonna get you lost
And never play with god
All this bullshit's gonna set
it up, baby feel it get wetter
Baby I can please
I gotchu begging on your knees
Take off your sweater take off your sweater
I promise honey it only
footloose
Kick off the Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut
be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you want
be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you want
for all my thug niggas that hustle to make cheese
niggas scream
Ooh! Ooh!
for all them chicken heads who ain't scared to get on their knees
bitches
don't know the hell I'll put you through
Scared straight, knees weaker than jelly
Got your trembling, shaking like it's Armageddon
Good lord, better call
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