Lyrics:
will
And if he ever put his hands on you, promise I get him killed, true
True, true, true, yeah
On God, I love that girl
I'm a sh-, I'm a bad
(Gahh)
Femme Le Bouch Nigga Pardon my French
It’s ok to put the world in my hands
Motherfucker look
Enlightened by the words from my pen
We was working
Police be rushin' when they see me, I flaunt it
Americas Most Wanted live on T.V. Life: pleasure and pain,
stuck in this game, holler my name. We all
of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you could raise them proud
I bust shots off
Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hotter
I
and you loyal put
Yo mother fuckin hands up
Put yo mother fuckin hands up
Yea that real shit is what we got in common
If the world was on sale i'd
Buy it
the shoe fit's
It’s ooh niggas through living
Ain’t nobody gon stop me
Put in work, I deserve my shine
All my life tryna block me
Hit the verse I’m a make
VVS's on my neck
And I put it all on the wrist, man it's bust-down
Hold up wait, in God I trust now
Who it is, when it be young Willis
Imma pour a four
lovin' than it is hatin'
Ain't that right, huh?
Well this is what we gon' do
I want all of the people out there with love in they hearts
That's
children's voices singing
Of a God who heals and rescues and restores
And I'm reminded
That every child in Africa is Yours
And its all Yours, God, Yours,
hands
Its like having sex with me
You say I'm premature
I just call it ecstasy
I wear a rubber at all times
Its a necessity
Cause I jizz in my pants
feel beaten, I don't bite back, go down on my knees for a reason
On-site Satan when I see him
BOW break that bread and eat it
I put my arm in the air
a publicity stunt
In my life any
Time I went up and spoke my mind
Whether it put my career in
Jeopardy or whatever someone so called said
It was always what I
like a phone that just got charged
So like Bruce Willis, I die hard
My God, you catch feelings, that's my fault
Feelings hurt, I put them on I-R
Drop
crew, put your hands up in the air if you feel me
Fuck em' all day, fuck em' all night, treat niggas like hoes
It's whateva like a four long blaze,
One voice singing in the darkness
All it takes is one voice
Singing so they hear what's on your mind
And when you look around you'll find
There's
signed to Kan', I'm Louis Vuitton Sean
Up in Benny Han' Han' eatin' all the wonton (what's good?)
Rosé rose or a little Chandan
Put her hands down my
signed to Kan', I'm Louis Vuitton Sean
Up in Benny Han' Han' eatin' all the wonton (what's good?)
Rosé rose or a little Chandan
Put her hands down my
ha
I was raised by one, it's in my blood son
Cut me deep, might penetrate the concrete
A A.K. with a drop clip where I sleep, nigga what
Put 'cha
cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
presented
Himself would ever be sufficient to God.
You see Adam was made perfect in God's image but when He rebelled He lost His rulership,
He lost it all
think lil uzi was right, I just went up in my price
My flow get so wet when I type in my phone, that I gotta go put it in rice (god damn)
Drop the hammer
it for Ma
I wave it for God
I wave it for y'all
If you ever had to hustle
To get to where you wanna be
I need you to take one hand
And put it in
And he won't let me fall in the enemy's hand
Oh, I'm just glad to know that God saved me
His grace and his mercy
They watched over me all night long
If it
you gonna really sign with Puff?"
I said I'd love to, yo it's Diddy (put some money on it)
Take that boy, I'm the L.O.X. jeetah
Tattooed up in
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