Lyrics:
the pastor said
As he pull out the basket, place it here
Filling up his gas tank screaming God bless
Mr. president
I could come and watch over your garden
(c'mon)
Itchy like wearin' wool in the rain
And keep it simple nigga, but with me, it's just plain
Like Eminem's rhymes is rim, DJ's keep
Free Range ,
( by Rachel MilkyWayCitizen )
The sun is rising
It’s a brand new day
The cheeky chooks are chatting and clucking away
Like all women
don't know what I should do
Yes it's true I
Love u, know u love me too
But love is different and defined by your actions
I see you preaching but
This rapping is not a fling, so you won’t catch me questioning
My ability as a rapper as I capture my lyrics and take it step by step like a ladder
I'm
the fuck is the process
Fuck is the evidence
Where did my votes go
The fuck is my president, huh?
Where the fuck is my president, huh?
Fuck it, it's evident
to show that im feeling that more passionate
so I put it down like I captained Titanic and its
time to get this weight off, hungover Monday that’s the trade
Two passionate hearts for love entwine as we lay here side by side
Two shadows dance upon the wall set forth by candlelight
Words mean so little when
and the curls they know kick doors
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don't
No woman can give me satisfaction
Not even the girl of my dreams is close
She keep disappearing like the last one
All of the time
Listen, I don't
be ready
(Baby, wake up)
Let's just be
Overcome
By passionate love
Let's just be
Oh, overwhelmed
By each other's touch
Let's just be
On the brink
Look back saw a shawl
Never thought a broke thought
Sun is setting on my vault
Am I hiding or am I hiding it from ya'll
Not a big fan of dead presidents
the world turn twice
[Mr.Ness]
And I'm Mr.Ness, that rock the best
And I'm ready to rock at your request
Go on, go on with your best
Raheim is gonna do
Ay Rug see these niggas already know what
It is with me i go hard in the paint
We ain't even got to talk about that
Philly in this bitch, heard that
double-dash is the name
I do my own thing like the president does
Sometimes I'm like fuck the world 'cause I don't give a fuck
When I do it let's do it every
fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,
fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,
lacking when it comes to cash
Passionate but ironically people be slow when it come to passing it
Feeling I lost the will to move forward
Cant steer clear
president, I do my own commanding
Backs to the wall, we have ourselves an understanding
I don't got cash but it's something they demanding
I don't sit
way its drama When Liv's lips quiver Fitz is a goner.
How I know all of this? Its ‘cus Shonda
Black made that! cll that! Black made that! cll that!
care if they're misinformed and reckless
Mental health is garbage but it's high up on my checklist
Shark's tooth on my necklace and some hash browns with
Banner
For you to salute
A reminder to raise the standard for the youth
I pledge allegiance to truth
Dear Mr. President remolding the laws, no holding us
Everyday I struggle with it
Only god can judge me slippin', I'm infinitely big pimpin'
Though the genesis, dead presidents, drop a gem on them
Hell
champion, Mr. Mosley
[Verse 1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and nephews
To cover all
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