Lyrics:
xans in my hands
Big Bands in my hands from my only fans
Fur coat with a limp like a pimp she simp for this dick
Going crazy in the club drinking bub all
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
Winkle, sleeping on me
Consider this your wake up call, backing down is deep in your dreams
Dreaming of my surrender, like Aerosmith
You can Dream On, 2020
love this joint. We'll stop off, we'll buy some booze, and, uh, you'll bring it in and it's just incredible. The girls will be all over you.
I am
been, tossed and torn
I have been, in the lost and found
No one cared, 'cause no one dared
To stand by me, and set me free
Then ah found Jesus
Yes ah
clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all the me I've divorced
I
pastor said
I probably know more than what's in your pastor's head
But you listen to this and tell me that is it's sacrilege
Pay your tithes pay your
complete you might not want to be there
Dead straw to gold bar spin fiber
Lost and found in a smitten kitten's incisors
They Aphrodite all over the burgle
to God and you'll see your burdens become light
Cause all that matters in the end is if we know Christ
One thing matters above all
Jesus I answer the call
clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all the me I've divorced
I
receive this as a healing balm and as a refreshing for my soul.
21. By the power of The Living Christ and in Jesus' name, I refuse to be a slave held bound
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
*
For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
that Adidas made
I never did the VMAs, I'm not in need of praise
All praise to the born sinners Jesus saves
My brothers runnin' through the 6ix like
team
Crazy as this shit might seem
Livin in a nightmare, not a dream
All my life I been a microphone fiend
You want the title? Step in the ring
You ain't
**Intro: Ty Jones**
Okay. Let's get it
Office fire drill
**Verse 1: Ty Jones**
This is insane shit
How many times can I say the same shit?
Laid
boooook boooook booooook
Beat the face
Fuck your national Anthem but stand for amazing grace
Fuck the turtle my nigga I'm rabbit in this race
The way I'm
I come from Memphis stuck off in the trenches, im dodging the shakers jumping over fences.
I sin on the daily praying for forgiveness, do dirt by
Bitch, I spit that Eazy-E, face to face, Smack DVD
I don't got no time for hanging out and all that E-T-C
Just cut the check, C-T-C, Godbody my physique
a celebration huh
Oh is God speaking to somebody in the house this morning huh
See, God said
This is not a time
Of sadness Jones family
This, is a time of rejoice
let's take it back to six o'clock first.
By going to work!
c kiss on the face won't hurt.
Brush off the dirt.
Put a smile on my shirt.
This is what my
room
She wanna make a dvd
I'm on fire gasoline
Going higher passed the king
This shit barely getting started
I ain't even reach a peak
I thought I told
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
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