Lyrics:
(maybe I deserve)
(Maybe I deserve)
(Maybe I deserve)
Maybe I should sit and wait by the phone, uh (maybe I deserve)
'Cause I paged you about 3 or 4
(yeah)
After every round with a blade I chop (yeah, yeah)
Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock
Straight drop 'til the yola locks (yeah, yeah,
curves
She had me thinking perverted, there's no worries
I light the blunt at 4:20 and save the world by 4:30
So many did your boy dirty, but I ain't
Ima ima artist in the game so how could you sleep
Pulling up with them two by fours while im six deep
When it comes to you spitting i don't wanna
the crack scene with seventeen in my magazine
Illegitimate Ritalin look its baby Ben
Life hanging by the thread of his foreskin
The morphine got me numb now
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
the evil land/
Bringing the war and the hate
God will look after my soul/
But my sword will guard my fate
Terror and destruction/
Brought by the four
Here I am, after so many years
Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear
I'm in a box, I've got no place to go
If I follow my mind, I know I'll
Jimmy Swaggart
I could watch him sing gospels all day
But anyhow, after Psalm 4, the silver staff band
He said, "Please change this, I can't take it
to naughty by nature so why
Can words twist given no sight to the blind
Two stands for victorious might behave
I'm never obsolete but at times up early
right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by
Sometimes
Just something
Life is a fight
Life is squeezing by but you laying on the couch
Time is flying by all them wrinkles unannounced
Sometimes
and doing fine
Mom says to hurry and do your homework
We've got soccer practice at 5
(4,3,2)
Months go by and the months they fly
And we've got no time
have overcome the world."
But take heart! I have overcome the world."
17 After Jesus said this, he looked toward heaven and prayed:
"Father, the hour has
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
redeemed by you
I love you through and through
And I need you to justify me more than you need to be given anything I would be tormented to think I'm
were but four
One by one, we chose our straws
'Til only I remained
But Mary, you are with me now
All around me in the waves
Yes, Mary
You are in
just the matter of mine over matter.
Just the matter of mine over matter x4
Repeat after me,repeat after me
I'm not a loser x2
I'm not a loser
Not
forward to
Three, four, five bitches in my Porsche coupe
And yeah, I be on that ass like a horse's shoe
If her religion is true, I'm 'bout to visit
with a gun by the groin
And what are friends for
I'm still the boss don't get sent for
Roger that 10-4
Nigga send me, point 'em out, where he at? I got
by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted
years I've seen Rooks
Get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate in 4 moves
The Bobby Fischer of rap with raw moves
In
too
Hard and I punish her by pulling away
After what seems like an eternity of
Staring I move up over her
Brushing my breasts against her face
She grabs
This point niggas ain't catchin' up, get over that
Touch me and we make you an organ donor
Boy, we over-strapped
Count the money by myself
I
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