Lyrics:
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy
they wear 'em like a bangle
Check it out
One time for your mind like that
If you seen it or heard it, maybe probably I did it
Maybe or maybe not,
just like a halo
Hell's angel, these thoughts you cannot untangle
When I drop jewels, niggas they wear 'em like a bangle
Check it out
One time for your
wanna proof to the world you are my everything
Keep pouring your love on me
Lord I give you my all my king
Everytime that I pray
I keep feeling your
I'm still the boy from the country
Living his dreams in a bright big city
Signed with love, King's Jay
Yours
Truly
your drinks up high
For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
See me and Bubba, we've been doin' this a long while
It sure seems a lot longer than
that I do, for real
Leave by example, look at my paperwork, here you go that's the proof
I get the loop, but still I'm humble, can't get the big head
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
Let's hear it one more time, one more time, one more time for the king!
I get what I want, chopping you down exposing the tree trunk, open you up
I like songs about tears and rain, Tennessee whiskey, mamas and trains
Don't close your eyes and digging up bones, yeah, I love country songs
I
I told you but if I would have voted
I would have voted on Trump
Now, there’s people that I love that did
Vote that voted for Hillary and
I don’t
don't love the American flag
You can kiss my country ass
If you're a down-home, backwoods redneck
Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if
don't love the American flag
You can kiss my country ass
If you're a down-home, backwoods redneck
Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if
our sin and shame
Now robed in majesty
The radiance of perfect love
Now shines for all to see
Your name, Your name
Is victory
All praise, will
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
The Proof
When you got shot that night playing PS2
You didn't die
That was by My grace
Your life flashed before your eyes on your face
You lied thinking
cause you can always go to a place where you will be a foreigner
This line's redacted
For king and country
For king and country
For king and country
For
words in a journal Performing for ragdolls
I'm not big on god and country
I'm a grown man only mom can judge me
Don't really care you ain't gotta love me
gonna shout for more, give it up
Rippin' chicken pickin' guitar, I love Texas fiddle by far
Call me old-fashioned, back in the day, I like country music
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
come to the front
Yeah, she love her country but hate American cars
For the shape of them, he'll have you know all of them bitches is foreign
If yellow
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
the brokenness of man
You left your glory to rewrite the story through a rugged cross
This is how You showed Your love for us
The proof is in the manger
The Son
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
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