Lyrics:
creep with me
Dee don't want no
Drama go
The Lamb of Christ we at His Feet
Za where you at
I Kill ya demon
It get bussed at too
I don't give a Buck
About
near broke a monolo for a photo
I ain't ridin' around with a
Dodo that's a No-No
Momma taught me better than that
You go to go home
Look at me now,
this evil
If you scared go to church
You know I can't get caught up in em' ways
Get a Glock fore' a nigga spray
When u kneel make sure u pray
Spin
proud of my skin
I'm proud of my kinfolk
I'm missing my Lolo Ito
How do I deal with my hurt?
Mama text me go to church
My pain is my pen and I prayed for
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-g-unit!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
sure you come to church Sunday’s
Aye
Baby boy you tweakin’, seeking revenge
Hop up out with the shit, hear Ms. Penny say there he go again
Copper, look
bells start ringing
We gon catch up by the end of the weekend
New drum
Came with a mac
New hoes
Came with a map
Noahh how you do it like that?
I got
on Friday
(With you)
And how I used to go to church on Easter Sunday
(With you)
Standing here throwing them songs at me
Somebody pray for me
I wish
like the back of my hand
And I would shoot the breeze
With the roots and trees
I'd go by the river
And watch the way the devil dances
But never took his
got medicine
I got bars, sentencin'
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt
And I'll kick that ho, punt
Forced trauma, blunt
You play the back, bitch, I'm in
go, come on
Wash your mouth out with soap, boys
Aye let's have some fun with this
Yeah
Woah
Oh
Oh
Zander
I'm in hurry
Driving the whip like I'm whipping a flurry
I'm on the way but I'll be in
at church, prayed in the pulpit
I'm rocking Rollies with homies I made some moves with
I'm buying homes for the woadies we toted tools with
Quit acting
Bread and butter can't be served at every meal
So I'll sop this shit up with anything else I got
I feel the mouth feel when the lukewarm water hit
get regardless, harder than waiting to fall again
I gotta have it by fall again
I gotta have it by autumn
They calling foul to fall again
But that is
it up
Yeah I do it for my momma gotta get the bucks
Yeah I need a new crib tryna live a new way
Gotta get it how I live yeah I'm tryna get paid
Tryna
through with us
So let's put it down man, stop all this madness
You know what I'm sayin'
Go on take care of some situations we need to take care
my cousins
Introduced to God by Granny
I said that to say, I wouldn't be sh*t without family
Ima buy my momma a house
She kept me under a roof
My wife
pushh of ganja
Push my momma to go jet,
Im a monster if I cant take her to Jamaica on my own jet,
treat these woman like yu treat ya moms thts so right
Around
Go Put Ya' Pack Up, And Pick Up Ya' 4 Pound, It's Bout To Go Down
Buck Back On That Bullshit, He Even Got His Baby Momma Walkin With A Full Clip
you, and need you to be with me
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
That, what the fuck is that
Uh, uh, uh, uh
We might see each other again, or not
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
on Friday
(With you)
And how I used to go to church on Easter Sunday
(With you)
Standing here throwing them songs at me
Somebody pray for me
I wish
like they gon' die
With the mindset of be broke or let's go get high
If the cost of livin' so crazy how we gon' get by
Gasoline five dollars, how
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