Lyrics:
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
red' ich hier? Dann
Fangen wir mal an
Ich handel' wie ein Mann und halte mein Wort
Dieser Tausend-Bars-Song
Er knallt in dein Ohr
"So, junger Fresh
the door please, that doesn't look like a vape sir)
What's that smell in the air, gimme that aroma
Puttin' y'all to sleep with my shitty verses like you're
bang Big B in my face, my nigga
By mornin', I'ma check 'em out this bitch
Bean bag, know that gon' make this bitch
Lock down 'til the whole line get
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
of me
Now I turn it to God when they notice me
Hands in the air to the one that had chosen me
Give it all to my Father, He know it's me
Give it all to my
gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day
outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race.
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place.
gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day
he was blinded by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the back
Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap
Yo, what the fuck
think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
Back then, hoes didn't want it
Now black Benz all hid in corners
My spectacular, vernacular
I spit like giving Ex-Lax
Christian Dior (Christian Dior)
You know that I'm popping you can get what you want (get what you want)
RIP (RIP)
Condolences go out to all my enemies
bring new songs to sing
In Him I live have my being
Lit by dreams sittin in this cell
Beggin God to let me up out this jail
But for seven years I was
I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
You wanna battle? Swing
I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams
will make your nose grow like pinnochio
Since I was only 15 I had to listen
To what was said for my parent was a christian
I went to school and saw all
Earth
I feel like Jimmy Neutron, how I blast off on a verse
I know my son gon' like this song so I ain't finna curse
Know he gon' wanna explore
I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
You wanna battle? Swing
I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams
Are you listening Billy Christian if you are then come on home
Everything is like you left it I spent all my time alone
Guitar pickin' never
the fame
This song jammin' like a Platinum Single in the frame
They say he can't make his own beats he's lame
Who is this Christ he's always trying
don't feed no one
Til' all this preachin's done, oh no
I just thought I heard the choir singing
My old favorite song
That old harmony is still
think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
Back then, hoes didn't want it
Now black Benz all hid in corners
My spectacular, vernacular
I spit like giving Ex-Lax
Amen, Amen, Amen!
Through Jesus Christ our Lord
By the grace of Almighty Lord
Through Jesus Christ our Lord
By the grace of Almighty Lord
"In
immune when it’s all over
At the Soap Creek Saloon?
Copyright 1982, 2018 Lyrics and Music by Thomas Kurtz (ASCAP 4732692 / IPI 818383223) ISRC:
to song write
People told him why he did it was just all hype
Christians don't make rap slapping what they make is all nice
But he was screaming out for
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