Lyrics:
me a Tec, now I`m wild, insane
I`m on a hunt for a rapper who want to turn singer
I got my beat-em-down bat and a itchy finger
So if you`re nice
Johnny Cash
When I'm in the car these days
'Cause when I turn on the radio
It makes me, make me wanna say
Hell no
Turn it off
Come on
Hell no
and courage
And I find a way to make it through
No matter what happens
Through wars and battles
A sword by might, a king's sword
Facing a giant
With only
Skin clean dream, for you
I’d drop the booze
Your ex can’t hold a finger to my shoes
I’m a rap star, partly singer
Make the news
Gay Jay Gatsby, did
to your beat make it loud
Let it hurt run it through me
Don't hold back you are certain to impress
Tell the driver this is where I'm staying
Hello, Buenos
lowo
Now you know say man na singer o
Make me drop on the mic
Omo o'lomo
Omo o'lomo
Omo o'lomo
Omo o'lomo de de de o eh
Omo o'lomo
I drop on the mic
I
A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life
But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there
You gon'
other way to word it got my feelings scurred and
By the, bullet of bad, the singer of sad, songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
Plaid class
leave the party with hotties that tell me they wanna be singers
I just hopped outta the water my drip is enormous
She love how I love how I leave her
I
by the tree
Don't be hanging out by the tree
Tree, tree, tree, curse the person on thee
I just bear the fruit but you ain't have to pick it off me
I'm
From mighty king to humble servant
He came to us to show his love
I'm captured by his grace and mercy
Overflowing on me
You are everything
Jesus
And crown me king and be my servants
Are you fucking ready?
Misled by beauty
One you rarely find
So loving and friendly
It's one of a kind
Their
always fun
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 4-1-1 hun
CHORUS
[Mary J. Blige]
Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next
LOUISIANA MAN
WITH THE POZO SECO SINGERS)
WRITER DOUG KERSHAW
At first Mom and Poppa called the little girl a lady
They raised her on the banks
ever again
Nothing you can show to me
Free Tory Lanez
(Canadian singer Tory Lanez)
That is all I wanna see
You bogus
(By the way His real name is
There's a deeper wisdom in the singer's eyes, a life shaped by the road
His voice is raspy, he never got fame, and his face looks a little worn
It's more
And you can spread rumors, that's just makin' me sicker than head tumors
Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me
Envious playa haters be buggin', I
broke, that was a easy decision
My mission was to make dough, not end up in prison
But I'm still in a helll of my own
Bill collectors won't leave me
I’M WITH YOU!
OLIVIA
HELLO NEW YORK
IT’S BEEN YOU
BY MY SIDE
A BILLION HANDS
LIFT US HIGH
MAKE US DREAM
HELP US FLY!
WILL
WHOAAAA....STOP!
Where
flawlessness
Knock knock bars on lock yo that's a promise like Ben or Christopher Wallace
It's Bigger than me I had to recognize I'm a servant
I ain't rappin
cultricem tuam sana!
Mighty Bacchus, through your power, your servant heal, from...
vino, et mulsum, cervisia, et posca.
Yes, Bacchus, heal me from...
the house!
Master of the house!
Master and a half!
Comforter, philosopher
Don't make me laugh!
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Hypocrite
lunch down by the lakes
She said I looked like an American singer
Time, mystical time
Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine
Were there clues I
Those of you who still have eyes to see, ears hear me
You will be saved by grace in the end
Saved by time if you don't understand
That your hatred is
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