Lyrics:
purpose)
It changed
When I did (when I called)
Out your name (do you love Him?)
My life (I give you) do you love Him?
My love (I give you)
My all (all
never be working at midas
Why is he touching and sniffing on all of the kids
He isn't commander bro, Donald got dibs
He lie like a woman, did he come from
only yeah
Now I wrote this with a teardrop
Imagine the reaction your love caused
I am overwhelmed by the things you do
Lord the glory is all yours
Small
is just make it
You gotta keep going till you pass out
All you wanna do is just make it
Till you at the top of the 24 Election
[Verse 1]
24
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
of y'all?
You local retard, I'm the king of the world
So the king of your city by default
Niggas pullin' out cash in wads
My pants kinda tight, only fit,
(coming lord)
All by myself (by myself)
I sure can't answer (i can't answer)
For nobody else (nobody else)
I wanna walk the streets of gold,
I wanna
thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this for a long time
Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it?
Well, it must be close
I'm an ignorant, long dick, skinny mothafucka
She asking for titles; I gotta dub her
My new bitch a fed: under covers
Yeah, yeah my name is Riley
Yes, fell short of the glory of God
Before I met Christ
And God bless
Anything I do man, I don't stress it
God is with me so I don't stress it
Eh
Champ
Whoever hear this song please pray for me
Or at least blaze an eighth for me
Still one of biggest missions is to make money
And build a name
ever wanted
You could always go to
Yo Momma
Did a good job with you
Beautiful classy so respectful
Sexy sassy
God blessed you
Anything you wanna do
I
'm nice like that
It's all good
In this business of rep
Full clip
Do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr
One of the best yet
I'm nice like that
'm nice like that
It's all good
In this business of rap
Full clip
Do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr
One of the best yet
I'm nice like that
favorite rapper is lunch nigga
Deceived you
Cap all in his rap like he really do what he say he do
I could never vouch for these niggas they not credible
of the music
Listen to the magic
Called him Donald like President
Gotta go out with a bang
This the man behind the fame
The don't wanna see my pain
All they care
God bless America land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above
This land is your land, this land is my
some things I wanna do with you baby
I can name more than a few
All you need to do is come through; yeah
You and Me us two
Got some things I wanna do
tank
Coochie coo lil Pump
Don't wanna know what I'd do
To your gucci gang donald Trump
What can I say that hasn't been said?
I'm all stumped
Like when
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
the residence
I'm in the White House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion
to just get off your ass like your ass is fake
You can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relate
Today's shit, I'm Asic, I run shit, I got it
delivered
When I die there's 27 rappers at my funeral
Moses wrote my name in gold and Kanye did the eulogy
Remember all the bashfulness, understand
knock off his dress
You gon' laugh if you make that bed
You heard what I said, but we heard you scared
They don't play by my name, they'll take off your
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