Lyrics:
get your health right
God said get your girl right
God said get your family right
God said get your mind right
You can't keep going to hell and back
kill for me
Stroke your spine while I fuck with your mind
Call me doc
I need me my pill money
Damn, daddy you raw as hell
I ain’t ate and that’s meal
What ho sed de ting!
I'm back, nyaaah! You thought you got away with it, didn't you? But you didn't. No, not on your fourth little
box set of Run
"Gg" Nelson]
I like you 'cause you are above average
So I might do things you don't understand
But I like to correct your bad habits
'cause I want
the kitchen
Only people that you waited on
Long as black Jesus
Got the mind Willie Lynch we
Was never really free
That's why I say what I feel
Wavy do what he
[Verse 1: Nelson Almeida]
I got sucked in by your eyes
Like a dream, it's made of lies
I’m doing my best just to keep it cool
Now my heart is yours
Moving on
I got m's on my mind like Majin Vegeta
Why they have to go and ruin it by bringing in that heater
I was trying to put it together like I bought
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
leave your mind in enslavement (what else?)
Hit you with the bar that I'm raisin', I come in, gun blazin' (facts)
We gon' see who get the last laugh
facts
But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind
gotta hot your crew
I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado
My motto, stack rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by
gotta hot your crew
I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado
My motto, stack rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by
"Oh baby, for heavens sake"
Yo, hey yo my rap style swing like Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades
My grenades raid
"Oh baby, for heavens sake"
Yo, hey yo my rap style swing like Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades
My grenades raid
I got testimony for niggaz
You doin what you do but when the shoe gets flipped
Standin on the other foot got your boots and shit
When you back up
a four-door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo (yeah)
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload (yo, yeah, yo)
And the Pope can't save your soul,
a four-door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo (yeah)
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload (yo, yeah, yo)
And the Pope can't save your soul,
wanna burn it all
So much willie lynch in the air
I can feel the cotton breezing by me
I can hear the tap dancing from the closet
Ain't no questions if
relax and feel
What you did, where you are
You're with a star
Is my mind playin' tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D, havin' nightmares
motherfucker, this is Stephanie
I was waiting outside for your ass for like a fucking hour
I don't know what's going on
Motherfuckers trying to rob me, you be
motherfucker, this is Stephanie
I was waiting outside for your ass for like a fucking hour
I don't know what's going on
Motherfuckers trying to rob me, you be
#@OHENESAVANT
Go and grab that you don't have plenty of time
It's only a matter of time before they take your mind
Programmers decide your thoughts and design
If
abulo teasing
Mgbada kwua ugwo anyi agbanye movie
God echefunam when you are giving
Okwa by your grace that we are living
Na atu olu na echekwube
Lyrics by Lori Morris
Vocals: Tom Nelson, Featuring Deja’Blu Dial
Musical Arrangers: Tom Nelson, Dustin Phillips
Recording Engineer: Gage Schmitt
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