Lyrics:
ready to leave, should I be ready myself?
I understand who wasn't ready, I wasn't ready myself
But when I leave, I need Paul Bearers, can't carry
write me a letter don't you send it to me by mail
Send it in care of the Birmingham jail
Cause I'm about to commit some long lost evil crime
I'm about
demon stomping vessel sowing seeds
I'm thankful God's blessings chase me down
I'm surrounded by God's favour I'm a king with a crown
I declare I'm special
Paul and Sasha, come sing fi dem, baby
Though you make me holler, though you make me sweat
I can't get your tenderness
Still I can't get you off my
to hang on to some relevance
Don't try to come for us cause we already sent
We are the crew mates, don't try to act innocent
Jake Paul type beat but I'm
the glove,
I'm the king to you pawn niggas, punisher, spawn, niggas,
Playin' in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas,
We them barbecue, front and back
a Nigga whole frame
I'm not with all that fuckery so please niggas
no games
Yo best move find your lane No better yet "Bang"
Ashes to Ashes know-it-alls,
everything from green to white girl but I'm legal now
Interrogation by the DEA, but Brian got me out
lost the money but I had a plan to get back the amount
dead nigga walking Frankenstein
Y'all was in a line I had to skip I couldn't waste no time
And I'm on my grind call me Chris Paul cause I'm dropping
relaxed, by your loving tenderness
See I'm a mess, but with you I feel I am finessed
I remember when we met, truth is all I knew was dirt
But you never broke
a nigga gone, I put a grip on this bitch, I drone
I try to live by the shit I'm shown, you hear the pain and these songs
Festa go the keys on this hoe
Where this bitch at? I need some top, man
(Where she at?)
Niggas stealin' all my bars
I'm like, "Stop, man"
(Goddamn) i ain't even want this shit
It
Sean de Paul 'longside Beyoncé (uh-huh), now hear di man say
Dis ah dutty yeah (a big tune), dutty yo (yo, yo)
Dutty yeah (yo, yo), dutty yo (yo, yeah)
Vintage Hermès by Jean Paul Gaultier ('Tier)
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair (chair)
I run the point, you bitches just go cheer
Uh, look at my
Hey!
Won't you yank on some of this Cali?
Sip on some of this platinum!?
If you want some of daddy
All you gotta do is ask for some
I'm pimping up
Hey!
Won't you yank on some of this Cali?
Sip on some of this platinum!?
If you want some of daddy
All you gotta do is ask for some
I'm pimping up
the PowerBall
Once all eyes is on me, floating off like South Paul
Niggas love to count yours, hopin' that your people fall
Wishing death upon me, but I'm here
wanna do, I'm all ears
Smokin' on that headband, call that shit that Paul Pierce
I'm just so ahead of my time like dog years
Ball like Solange, India
Let’s take it back to 1982 just quickly
I came into this world, and my Ma thought
Ima name this little boy Paul
Plain old boring old Paul
And I
she never gone change
Might buy her ring or get her a chain
VVS diamonds imprint with my name
I'm with Lil Paul you know he gone step
Won't catch me
I'm Paul
He took no caution at all yea
Know them thoughts in yo head prolly menacing
Please take a shift in yo energy
I am not liking the chemistry
I'a
But I got to steer, I just got to steer
After all I'm only 80 miles off the pier
And I'm often here, staring at a canvas
Gettin distracted by a cough in
think a big sack had been chewed up by rats
I'm just writing these poems they bring to renown 'cause I drove a steak knife through their skull
Split
heart by storm
I don't know why
Baby girl, baby girl
I love you, baby
A just da naughty naughty love
I'm still in love with you, boy
Well I'm a hustler
.jpg/229px-Paul_McCartney_2021_(cropped).jpg "Paul McCartney")
.jpg "Linda McCartney")
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