Search results for 'its all over by ben e king' Page #110

Y'all diamonds glisten on the outside but inside I see that rot
Ooohhhh I see the r.o.c
Ooohhhh I seen it drop
Ooohhhh I  see the S and G burning real hot

gets the worm
You are still swimming in my nuts like a sperm
It's means you got to always come in first
But then you alls life is consumed by this

To ya king 
Got the Midas touch
You a heart a gold
So we multiple it
Ten fold
Your love got me 
In this hold
Never let me go
Believe me
When I say 
A wife

and I've been ruthless, it's just see and say
Tryna take my throne, throw me a bone, bitch, I'm the king I slay
I'm just a monster like Godzilla, spittin'

say it it's catchy
To everyone talkin' their shit, bitch we still party like Gatsby

Uh smoked up a fatty out to win a grammy
I'm lit like Kings Landing

of our fellow citizens
And people who loved peace all over the world
That is that Martin Luther King was shot and killed tonight

Martin Luther King

And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafucka
Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on
Now that Gucci's home, it's over for you Gucci clones

1500,

illustrated by myself 
All of em narrated by myself 
either let me breathe or get DDT'd, 
Do you smell what the rock is cookin on ebt 
I been schemin on it

rearranged His nose
Only Providence helped Him sustain the blows
Are yall seeing the One who owns it all
The King getting beaten in the Roman halls
Headed for

person
Devour the most powerful one in your squadron
No long talk we dey cut short
You Over sabi guys are very boastful
Been chilling a lot took it easy

To get Money
When I Don In your life I already said it
Royalty Checks I built my own credit

Never gave a fuck about you or me
You Can slave all your life

Keep the rhythm kept in time
By the beat and all it's comprised of
Let go, to release and breathe
Within the rhyme scheme provided
Roll up the mistletoe

It's about that time, y'all
Haha, Ruff Ryders
You know, Teflon, Eve, woo!
Yo, yo, yo
They wanna know

Who's that girl? Uh, yo, yo, c'mon, c'mon

Who's That Girl

Eve

Scorpion

2001

It's about that time, y'all
Haha, Ruff Ryders
You know, Teflon, Eve, woo!
Yo, yo, yo
They wanna know

Who's that girl? Uh, yo, yo, c'mon, c'mon

if you playin' games
Gang shit if you gang bang
Burberry on, stripes all over my beanie
Genie in your birthday or my graduation fuck a king
I'm

Yea, I ain't go too deep
Just to tell you I'll
Be the king by the end of the week
Exit the stage to your left
Take that front row seat
You've been

you know

I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by

you do it is impossible, I can't get soft
You up your fuckin' like your pussy got a motor
Missionary, on top, from the back, roll you over

You just

chorus
im calling i can b selfish out
2 no mor money i cant help
it all da yea i can b selfish all
da ladies no money i can b
selfish ur dummie yes

sick influenced music
Misusing up all the muses
Causing chaos and bullshit
I eat that shit for breakfast 
I'm hungry if you ain't catch it
Hephaestus

Love a fragrant canopy
Spread wide Your banner over me
I'm captivated
By You
Caught in the mystery
Of the fire
Do not arouse or
Awaken this love
Til it

on the walls of Xanadu
God only knows what this world is coming to
All in your mind like off-screen violence
The cream of King Solomon's nail pilots
Kismet

wanna be
Nah ahh ah
Royalty you looking at my pedigree
The king is always mentioned by the peasantry
Ha ha ha
You can take all your methamphetamine Just

Will you sell your soul for it?
Will you sell your soul for it?
Will you sell your soul for it?
Will you sell your soul for it?

All i can think