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been taught
That God's just an exalted man like you and me.
Although The Book says He is spirit, their hearts refused to hear it
They proceeded to tell
featuring Buddy Roe J.T. Money
Buddy Roe
Freaky deaky Trick Daddy and Yours truly Buddy Rizoe
J.T. Money
Yeah and that
missing
Fueled by some anger and a split decision
Missed the mission cuz I never split decisions
Live to fit God's plan, live with his god damn expectations
What is man that you're so mindful of him, Oh God
What is man that you're so mindful of him
What is man that you're so mindful of him, Oh God
of Life comes by studying and meditation on the word of God, day in day out but Gift of the Word of Wisdom is a supernatural revelation by the Spirit of God
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
GIFT OF HEcLING
Foundation
Jesus Ministered as a Man
So Jesus Christ the son of God who was Born of the Holy Virgin Mary was Ministering as a Man
humanity, they let you down
So turn to Him (YEHOVAH) and not to man, they already leave you to pull through, our GOD already overrules you, resist the evil
jet stream
Fuck that nigga
You should take a ride with me
Your man's a lame
On god
You should slide with me
Fuck buddy
Let's go
Fuck buddy
Let's go
I
it Scorcher Scorcher
Fried by tongue this ting real torture
I'll Leave no man behind
Mana back my guy my bro not Warner
Rogodooo
Retaliation rapid I
my type and I'm your guy
Will you be my girlfriend and my valentine
I'll make it hard
To get me a gift
Because all I'll want is you girl that's it
So
went by
That he didn't understand
She was god's gift to man
Yeah baby tell me, tell me real good
Don't you know that we're livin' just like a young
Sudan on it (woo)
I might shoot a gun at you by my fan homie
Not playin' got a band
With saran on it, and
Stayed down with me and my man homie ,
not a fake wannabe tryin' to be a pimp
He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans
He's a God sent original, the man of my dreams
Yes, my man
dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans
He's a God sent original, the man of my dreams
Yes, my man says he loves me, never says he loves me not
Tryin'
they say God is above me
In a Porsche Panamera smoking weed getting skully
Yop so come get me if you want me
Me and my buddy leave shit real bloody
Be careful with who you call a God
I can't go without my pole and my rod
Sip the cup and then I nod
Made a hundred million, must be good at my job
a fake wannabe tryin' to be a pimp
He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans
He's a God sent original, the man of my dreams
Yes, my man says he
not a fake wannabe tryin' to be a pimp
He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans
He's a God sent original, the man of my dreams
Yes, my man
It was December 24 on hollis after the dark
My man santa saw a rabbi and gave the strangest remark
He said that giving was his living and I had
jumped through the bushes
Had to say thanks, thank God we got away
Saw the fool by himself the very next day
Now should K-S-L leave em' alone or should
high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get live, nigga
[LD]
Hot damn hoe here we go again (Let's Go)
My God damn flow buries
not a fake wannabe tryin' to be a pimp
He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans
He's a God sent original, the man of my dreams
Yes, my man
not a fake wannabe tryin' to be a pimp
He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans
He's a God sent original, the man of my dreams
Yes, my man
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