Lyrics:
bit syphilis-ish
But there ain't no cure for me, there ain't none
Possessed by a demon, hear the screams as I rape nuns
Now God wants to kill me, God
we can rest
The party is disrupted by
An uninvited guest
Deadline approaches
For the weary land
It used to be something
But we let it run down
ourselves before his hand
Call upon the name he'll heal the land
But we gotta let go
Because we've come this far only by faith
And it's by his grace we
the whole woman together by coming to
terms with her abusive past,
she strives to save her son,
Black Jesus, from the temptations of the streets.
Piece
the russian hills,
A victorian explorer found the regal hogweed by a marsh,
He captured it and brought it home.
Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.
before
Put it in the past I don’t care no more
Cause i'm all about the money and i'm all about the growth
And if you bad energy then you gotta go
Cause you
Fuck the north ion like it even a little bit
They call me number 2 because im takin shii
Russian roulette you live or die off of takin risks
The Opp
play with guns, then I got em by the tons
Federal Reserve notes keep me at your throat
You can tell from the smell from the fire that I wrote
Don't test
the grey cloak follow
May red poems of blood be traced by the cold steel in the pages of time
I lift this immortal song, in memory of our fathers and in
King and queen beat land
Ain't no compeatand
Out the cookie land
I want yo cookie bad
After the rainfall
be patient cause here the sun come
Relax
go yelling if i have no land to be heard by
where can i have a rest
where can i be innu
where can i be a human being
où est-ce que je peux me reposer
the games you know no no
Its all love dont be playing wit ya ho
Givv iit up
Givv iit up
Givv iit up
Can you get enough
Red light red light red light
Green
Go Big Red, go Big Red
Go, go
Go Big Red, go Big Red
So turn the music loud, bass thump the chest
Everybody scream, we don't need no husk'n rest
Never
bitch)
[Fabolous]
Yes, I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
I'm so fly there's no tellin' when I'm a land
You tryin' to come up on somethin', mami,
Marcie in a coat of flowers
Stops inside a candy store
Reds are sweet and greens are sour
Still no letter at her door
So she'll wash her flower
Marcie in a coat of flowers
Stops inside a candy store
Reds are sweet and greens are sour
Still no letter at her door
So she'll wash her flower
all back on dry land
I'm building a big red boat,
Been building a big red boat,
Between my meetings and at night
I'm tired, but I stay inspired,
just posted up with you with flower petals in bed
The lingerie you had on switched my favorite color to red
Never act before ya know the lay of the land
Uh uh uh uh
I play these games like it’s russian roulette
Come and collect, the dope
For your brothers in debt
Hung by the neck, the rope
Choke ya
back in time
To the days I was a truant wouldn't bottle it inside
I didn't have a lot pen and jotter by my side
Stayed in unison like classical ballet
bitch, I'm tryna cop a Rolls Royce
Fed, slide, this one outta here
I'm still talkin' bout my past life
You gotta do what you gotta do to get your bag
Aye, aye
Look, aye
Cooking this up with a dirty computer so no one can find it
Baby got Master's in Ortho, funny, 'cause she need alignment
When I
wrongdoers, and oppressors
Those who hinder others from the path of Allah and seek to make it crooked, they are disbelievers in the hereafter
By no means will
Russian!
I feel like I'm Cj! the way I'm on Go Mode!
Choppa stay with them clips, no GoPro
He think he tough he just typing on his mobile
And he say he want
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