Lyrics:
heart really needs is a God who’s more than enough.
You’re the God of more than enough!
There is power in His name. There’s freedom by His blood.
Heaven
used to sit on the piazza and watch these hordes of middle-
aged ladies ariving by every boat. Obviously, all set to have
themselves a ball. So startled
I got horses in my car just like a farmer
Yeehaw
Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter
Yeehaw
Yeah
Gren8 beats
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got horses
remember all the city lights on the water?
You saw me start to believe for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are
remember, we were sitting there, by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter
You are
popped outta them it's still a fact
So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine
You'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
All in
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
Alright alright
Malawi stand up
Africa
Let me here you sing for Jesus
It's simple
It goes like...
Jesus truly is the Son of God
I'll praise him
is your son?)
What's gonna happen to we future
When we daughter dem lost and we son ah bus gun?
Now if you really check di pree
Ah from di yard
see through you baby
[Hook]
I got BabyMomma Problems
She won't let me see my son and my daughter
She sees I'm depressed and she don't give a fvCk
me for all my sinnin'
I'm doin' it for my kids, I'ma keep winnin'
My son 11 years old, already talkin' millions
By the time he 18, he on his own
up I think I'll tell you what I saw
The day your daughter Ellie and the judge's son went swimmin' in the raw
Is that supposed to be a party what you
open your heart?
Will you give me your hand?
Can you look in my eyes?
Will you see who I am?
The blood of your sons and
The blood of your daughters
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
later
Because this Di Bringo insane
70 tips none like cocaine oh mighty god
Rap flow you wouldn't know
Waiting all mad let you drop that new project
they feel
When their brothers are ill, They'll be jumping out the window
Son, you know the deal
Bank account went flat
Business Tooken by a black
Yo,
to say
I can tell you everyone should kill their sons, lock up their daughters
Kill their sons, lock up their daughters
Everyone that you meet they smile
is upside down
But I've got this thing for you
When the sunburns and the moon turns
Tell your sons and your daughters
We'll be walking on the water
cannot work out
Where they're being taken
"You will all be in the stages
Of completing your three-month internships
The service we've had you complete
silly games!
Saying "fuck generation"
Fuck friends too, cuz all along they was fuckin hating.
Praying that I don’t make it; you see me on top nigga
can do is close my eyes
and cry all the tears that my mother gave to me
my mothers a daughter so why even bother
to explain the pain of a son
Oh you
A mother, a father, a brother, a sister, a lover, a son, a daughter
Shall not, shall not fade
Shall not fade
Your ancestors salute you
And the gods
Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit, blrrrp
Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
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