Lyrics:
to the slumber
Before I hit the DM I'm gonna need your number
We dance the night away with no prep
Call me Michael Jackson and watch how I step
If you mess with
the hood with dat there
I'm a dog, I be barkin' too
When I see you in the club, I be stalkin' you
When it's over, I wanna creep off wit you
Get you in my
be afraid to be your best
Cause you are favored baby girl
You are blessed
So, seek His face
And His Word
While your head in dem books
He teach you
run the streets
With a bunch of apes and gorillas breaking down the trees
Nigga, fuck your style, I'm cold enough to freeze
But hot enough to still burn
make a rocket and send it flying out.
It’s hard as hell and this much I know
You gonna try to tell me that I’m not a god doe
God made me in his
I found you down by the riverside
You were dressed in white and cast aside
By a prince with too much pride
To admit when he was wrong
You said
with each word, I'm gonna teach Earth
Until my lyrics are on T-Shirts
You're making it clear that you don't care
It's hard to live in this world
you lose it?
Catch up, we're not living in a kingly age
Yeah, I'm looking at you, Lindybeige
Won't see me in the club, there's a reason
Ayy i dance like
work until you can't work
then enjoy peace in the dirt
(FUCK THAT)
i don't wanna spend life gettin by
(FUCK THAT)
really wanna live i do not wanna
and I'm I'm gonna kill this bitch, I'm not gonna lie.. She's not gonna make it. He's not gonna make it.
I'm with my 77 year old Jamaican mom. She's not
walking by faith with a sag in my pants
Holy Spirit hit your body
That's gon' make you dance
My flesh be lying to me so I'm trusting in His plan
Jesus is
So if you don't like me
Save your fucks
Of course I know it's not my fault
It's my freedom, I could tell
But somehow because of it I'm the one who
won't stop 'til I get enough
Whooping your big fat ass
With my shiny glove
How you gonna talk about the birds and bees
When you met your own wife when she
Man, I'm feeling good. How about you?
My nigga, ima ball when I bounce through
I'm about run the game in my house shoes
He bout to run the game in
your Carty from
Oh it's gone missing it wasn't me
I was smiling wid him
J Hus pass by, swear I saw your wifey wid him
You gon' have a tiny temper
I just
of hip-hop, I'm in effect and you're not
Your records aren't cool, your shows are weak
Duel with the Hammer and meet defeat
Every night, every week,
I'm comin'
you don't love yourself
I'm so Southern (Southern), I was taught to feed the soul with or without hot ovens
Here's a plate, know your hate come from
problemo, I'll help you with your demo
If you go to the store for me
Lucien, I'm just kiddin'
You should know
Ayo, whassup man? Whats your name?
What
problemo, I'll help you with your demo
If you go to the store for me
Lucien, I'm just kiddin'
You should know
Ayo, whassup man? Whats your name?
What
on the next morning I'll
Send you an army
Do not defy me, undermine me or lie to me
Ask me politely, but answer me nicely
Fore I am your King, so shall it be
So
with me, how can I pass it on?
I got a pact today, I know, and I can't knock it off
And if I'm blinded by the light, then I can't walk with God
Don't
your own children don't try to raise mine
And when you see me step with caution 'cause I'm buckin' for mine, bitch
Speak the wrong words man and you
Yeah Welcome to the Ghost Dance
Yeah Where we’re not allowing boyfriends Yeah
But i’m sure you’ll have some options
Yeah
No i’m not the one for
no stopping it
I'm prolly gonna die today
But I am not okay with that
I wish I had another chance
To give life a crack
And go skip the crack
And this
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