Lyrics:
workin' like a dog
At the least I want to look at something cute
I want a house with a view on rich bitch avenue
Vibes like Malibu, that debt free
Now whether you come from yard or whether you come from London
Wanna hear this one on your radio station
Conscious lyrics have to reach number one
build, brick by brick, this is the house of God
This is the house of God
May You find us seeking You first
May You find us declaring Your worth
In this
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
can't understand what I've been singing of...
Do you know what it is to love?
To really love?
To really love....
Do I?
I cycled by your house
know somebody
Lyric in the house brought chicks and saki's
And if you stuck up you should get from by me
Yea I flause
Yea Just kaws
Yea Murakami
Yea
hoes
Watches and a SnapBack, after slip ons
From the Guccis, the Diamonds, the Louis Vuitton's
Spittin' the lyrics to murder this shit, I spend a lot
other features
(God damn)
I got, these generations by the palm of they hand
Stampede together, but never followin'
Truth be told was never fuckin' with
now
Should've left the house by now
The stardust in my head takes time to clear
I'm still in my dressing gown
From the parrot's nest falls a chameleon
Lalala
Toast to all the gents in the house and now making mistakes brand new
One love to the young and old keeping the errors fresh
Picking the level
blend!
Coffee Being with sounds to lend
Lyrics: Dan Martinez, Feliaho
Music: Feliaho
Produced by Feliaho
Akwaba Beach Productions LLC 2024
HALLELUJAH
By E. Jeremiah
LYRICS
Intro….
I was glad when they said
Let us go into the house of the Lord
Let’s go…
Pre-chorus
I was glad when they
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
dropping these fools, cause they lyrics be like
offending me.
So you can say that Eiht's your worste enemy.
So make tracks or its your fucking hood I'll
pass out
Security carry that ass out
Get in the zone when I'm stoned like I live in a glass house
Last bout I was in started to get real serious
bikini
From Compton, Watts to Pasadena
If you don't seen a fly girl it's a misdemeanor
The town to astound, city by the shore
Our posse's in the house
capable of somethin
They don't we got somethin for it
Yeah, man, I wrote some funky lyrics to this
Alright, let's get busy...
[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
It was
into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryin' to give us us free like Sinke
I can't stop,
She said she trained to be a dancer
But she had a proper job by day
Charlie Chaplin knew her father
Before he passed away
Asked could I help
[Lyrics : RMS Hreidmarr / October 1999]
I reach the quintessence of all that is
I was, I am and I shall be again
Burn and torture me for I am
live at your mama house?
I'ma put my ski mask on, I'm by myself, I got the wheel
Blue tip 223's, they ate his face, that was my favorite kill
I'm out
time gon wyld out
We gon keep this shit jumping till the cops shut us down
We got bottles we got bitches we got drugs by the pound
And the way the house
a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch, curveball, catch it
I think I
bars when I'm faded
But you don't know me
Whiplash, Ali G in the house like Naomi
Cold, just like your homie
Soft, you gaze upon me
I sit back, lyric's
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