Lyrics:
since last year god damn it
See ma boys them ready, see ma boys them ready for the war that's coming
I no be much of a singer, I be blood clot rapper
You
(DESTROYING)
God raised me devil take over
I'ma devil son trying to go back to God
When ever you see me don't ask me for shit
My money is devil money, you eat
I don't wanna wait
'Til that sunshine turn to rain
'Til them good times go away
Said I don't wanna wait
No, I don't wanna wait
'Til the devil
odd
Don't Gasp for air
You can turn blue
Look, accel nigga
Trust me you can do it
[Chorus:]
You can do it too young blood
You can do it too
to intercept the prince's entourage
But I needed a mirage
I heard the singer's really down on his luck
So I told him 'bout my plan
Maybe he could make a buck
both eyes on the jackpot
The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance kid is the everyday purse snatcher
If you see him coming, you
cat chowder
Sundance kid is the everyday purse snatcher
If you see him coming, you better start running
Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be
respect's important
Allow me to introduce you to the Son
Took away my sins, his blood was the solvent
Don't run from Him
You can run to Him!
He's waiting for
of fun. And yeah, Im a little bit obsessed with the singer. Who isnt?
TOM:
And, and, on that: she never shuts up about him. Justin this, Justin that. I
new direction, where we going now
Wanna see the frown turn into a smile
Because this life isn't supposed to way you down
That much
We all know that
the pitch and then I'm gone
As the funk lingers on
I don't publicize here to keep
The black race torn
But steady at an altitude where
You get the mental food
This ain't Hamilton, you don't want to rap and play with me
Big bitch, Baby D, please stay away from me
If any of you niggas hating me
I got too much
know
Shoot us both
Can't believe he had a gun underneath his coat
Next time I'ma see him I'ma go for his throat
Do him like Angela Lansbury wrote
Now we
know
Shoot us both
Can't believe he had a gun underneath his coat
Next time I'ma see him I'ma go for his throat
Do him like Angela Lansbury wrote
Now we
Giving me ish
Ah na na na
Say something that is freaky freaky
I think its recording now
Phenomenon is foreign now
Little little
Singer boy
Ma pami oh
really I'm grateful (Ella)
(Maybach Music)
I'm still here lookin' through the window
Watchin' the days go by
Watchin' the sun rise
Why don't you
As big as Shaq and Patrick Ewing
I'ma bring it back, I bring it back to how the OG's used to do it, aye
Please don't throw no stones
Please just let me
him in a suit & tie (In a suit & tie)
I'ma turn the whole city up tonight (Turn it up tonight)
Put him in that new black suit I like (That one right
A genius blueprint plan
That the world has never seen
Until today, and it will take
The earth by storm
And he wants him to
Come down to meet him
In the Sinai
walk him to the pod they give him everything he need
C.O laugh said they cut deep just to make you bleed
They open up the doors telling Kel to use his
and said, "you eat too much"
And her transparency took my breath away
And I can still see it like it was yesterday
I told her she was made by God's hands
Loubutine on my 10 toes
I got blood on the sole with the chinger
I spit violence that fool is a singer
Turn that scene silence to a ringer
"I don't bite buh
in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the voc' in touch
I tell my bitch I'ma, give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
Too
hard
Put him on a killer row, where the killers kill and disregard
Say you don't gang-bang
Well why your homie - baby boo callin you by ya gang name?
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