Lyrics:
and sisters
Thank you God for the gift of these rhythms
I hope by spittin' I can bring more children
To your kingdom I'm singin'
By your grace I'm livin'
Help
She love me 'cause I be packing
This stick gonna make him dance like Chris brown ayy
Not Michael Jackson
I'm a pussy I ain't 'bout that action
high, bring the head back to my table
Don't front, circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not
Feel that, 'cause this type of vibe sounds done
the caves
Try instead, to unify with our own plan
Why do we fear, the devil now that he's a grown man
'Cause he bought you, taught you how to eat the wrong
stole my heart, you gotta bring it
Back Baby bring it back
(Chorus)
Melanin, Iʼm in love,Iʼm in love ,Iʼm in love Iʼm in love with your
Melanin Iʼm in
give your life for
You can get skyed by, served like a drive by
Yah I meant drive thru like
How? what? why? who?
Take you off the map and have
Your
my ways
Ah this shit crazy just like wearing Stripes and wearing J's
Call up my Guys in Lagos
Bring your girls and bring your Neighbors
Party at my
puncture your kidney
You trash and it don't matter how much you gon' try to convince me
And you gon' make my gun cock until your hole night away
Yeah, ohh
You slow gassing I'll leave you brain on your Durango
First classmen, old school with the Kangol
Thug passion, that pussy juice like a mango
Hulk
think I'm the highest
That ain't in the industry I remain private
Girl what you offer you know I'm the client
Listen to Drizzy or even Chris Brown so
I
to your girl and I chat and I chit
6 Pack of cans in my bag
And that's every Saturday
Pull up to yo girl
And I'm all like heyyy
Bring her to the crib no god
like a flagpole
Here to bring it back like a capsule
I got the bags and the capsules
So if you need it then you better not have your cash low
Cuz I ain't
you try to lie and lie
And say america's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by
a friend
Let me talk to you, tell you how it is
I was thinkin' when I saw that body
Gotta get shawty, tell her what the young boy gon' do
Damn, them
just like Chris Brown, it's poppin'
I'm just like you but I'm poppin'
Ball out like Anderson Titi
I'm up like Kyrie, like Kyrie, like Kyrie up
Like Kyrie
the caves
Try instead, to unify with our own plan
Why do we fear, the devil now that he's a grown man
'Cause he bought you, taught you how to eat the wrong
hug
No wonder you feel scrubbed
We the children of the Lord
Not the children of the corn
Doesn't matter how we was born
Built it from the dirt
Built it
a friend
Let me talk to you, tell you how it is
I was thinkin' when I saw that body
Gotta get shawty, tell her what the young boy gon' do
Damn, them
you wrote me
On the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole
In your old brown overcoat
They never said
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
children do
Now that sound kinda harsh
But you would feel like I feel if you had black children too
Racism make you sayin' and I shoulda have your man
I'm sorry, your time has come
The god is present today
They need to be afraid, you need to be afraid
Today because the God of justice is
Rainbow Castle: brown bird, common bird
How's your little twig nest been?
Brownbird: I heard you searched the hollow earth
Have you finally found
want to go to a movie, could you PUT EM ON THE GLASS?!'
'Put your titties on the glass'?!
What happened to 'How ya doin? Whatcha doin later? Let's catch
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