Lyrics:
I got shot in the head
I won't die I'll just lose more game
Propane walking
You could sell my words at an
Auction for the right price
And be rich your
with a fifth of gin
You got your men, but they all wearin' skirts like them niggas from Scotland
You hoes are not grim
Don't make me stop in with
debate
Must be Tom Brady the way your ice look deflated (Yeah)
Racks in my way
Racks in my, racks in my, racks in my way (Hold on)
Racks in my way
Racks in
there
Everything I say is true (yeh)
Girl when I hold you in my arms (my arms)
I'll protect you from all harm
And I know you feel it too (ugh)
Baby,
the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my thang
So whatchu think?
See when loves comes from the center, I'm Mutombo to my members
I
Worldwide, look
All of my pain is on the pictures in my enemy's frame
Written in blood, my ambition is driven by thugs
Got two glock nines and I fill them with
Come meet me, baby, in this dream you and me
I be the there safetly
Come home when you need me
Got my arms wide open
I mean my legs wide open (with my
where you came from
All I know is I'm ready for more
It's too late now
Think I'm lost in your love
Your chemistry and energy got me feeling the rush
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
here
This shit is not my life
This shit is not real life
But I love it here I love it here
And this shit is not your life
This shit is not your life
near my arms
But best believe on my sleeves is where I wear my heart
Do you know how easy it is to be a sinner?
How many losses you need before you
eyes for my guy, see.
But one night he had said he wouldn't be able to take me
As he hurt his shoulder and had his arm in a sling,
But I went anyway
eyes for my guy, see.
But one night he had said he wouldn't be able to take me
As he hurt his shoulder and had his arm in a sling,
But I went anyway
eyes
You're the melody to my lonely song
In your arms, I know I belong
(Chorus)
So take my hand, let's dance through the night
Underneath the stars,
the showroom, the shit can breathe
Fix your weave, behold my expertise
I got my uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
I got my uzi back, you
I'm met by grace
Until I'm found in Your embrace
Oh how fast I'll run to the arms of my Father
The arms of my Father
Gone are the days where
shake your booty, I don't want you to stop
You need to come a little closer, closer
And let me put yo, under my arms like a Don is supposed ta
Please
smashing shit around the room, I've broken my computer multiple times
The world we operate in is a reflection
And we must stare in that mirror and reflect
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
at all?
My dear..
There is only one who helps all helpless people in the world. He is the lord Narayana.
If you can get a vision of the lord, all your
And the heart you stole away
The day we met
under this ol' hat's
Two arms that long to hold you tight
And boots I'd walk the soles off of
To be here by
pumpkin spice
Whatever she is, it's something nice
Quite an icy stare, yet a warmth that wants to hold you tight
My loss for words in the face of this
Lift your arms into the sky
In the pit surrounded by
Narrow lie
Hey, Prove her wrong bitch go on prove her wrong
By the end you'll see that this is
eyes got Jesus
He came to save all his people from what is evil in this world
She said, I'm a Virgin Mary
I know I'm physically a birth to my son
But
Discuss these world is in my arms from hold on to your hats by michael feinstein Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In