Lyrics:
like your liquor, your style like an Amstel
Smack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell
You ain't fly and you prolly guy can't sell
y'all niggas
If only we can lay our hands
On that vixen Yu Shin Hua
Then all our problems will be over
Yu Shin Hua
You thought you'd find my weak spot
But
Trapped within the silence inside
Watching as the days go by outside
All this replacing
Discarding my face in this hollow tune
The fall of the idol
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
could scar me
No bullet can jar me
I fear the lord, how could I fear armies?
With that blood on your hands
I still do my dance
I'm singing my chants
Get your mother fucking hands high
This is it
This the legend of sunrise
Keep em up
Open up yo eyes
I am him
The legend of sunrise
Get your mother
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
beats doom
The king of all kings but the kings in my crew
E
I'm the equalizer
N
Nothing less than fire
V
Victory is my choir
Y
Yahweh that's the title
E
but can be on all 4 no kittens
Name in the book of life is written
Number 9 god gives me these feelings in my heart and mind
Let the spirit lead no
found my hand is holding yours
Do you wanna go home so soon?
Or maybe we should take a ride through the night
And sing along to every song that's
still hold two open hands up in the sky
Finger quotes
In my gangly youth my limbs used
To swing like Polo tees mazal tov
Still pop a bottle like what Puff
Uh, I mean, damn, me and you, forever hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand (understand)
I'll die for 'em, gimme
I'm sorry daddy I slept with an older man"
He said, "Don't worry. The 45 is in my hand.
I'll be there before you count to four."
One two
our paths died
Baptized in your eyes then I ask god
If I gave her my all
What I have now?
Smino and leisure
Damn she a pleaser
Let's call her Anita
girl, you need you some butter
She said, she said, "Nobody got a booty like mine"
I said, "You're right, your booty's my lifeline"
In my life I try
your life
Like the purge
You feel me
Ayo J you ready bro
Of course
Ight say that
I'm in a Brooklyn mode
Niggas is killing like ppl are zombies
(Talk
are heartless
Absolving artists, through ya fire and sparklers
Drag him down, in the tabernacle by his Adam's apple!
And suddenly, the angels,
passes by, but ?one convinced?
It makes no sense, cross ya heart, don't hope to die
You can climb into the sky, life is only ?high nuclei? in ya mind
down, I’m sick of the fraud
I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage
we all know your last name is what got you a job
you use to put together gimmicks
lists
Beat it, sonny
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if
to the head
My nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head
I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
I'm the nigga that they talk about
Of your own stickiness
Jerking off to your own tweets
IPhone on the shitter
While you insult everybody else for
What they write on Twitter
My delivery is
and
Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God bless
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup
11:30
Today, I will encircle the immovable walls in my life, and by my faith those walls will fall down
Hebrews 11:31
Today, like Rahab, I will receive
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