Lyrics:
profiting large
So, I can pay for every single marketing charge
Of my own, I suggest you invest in your own too
Unless getting fucked is just something your
Touch me now
I don't want to live without you
Nothing's gonna change my love for you
You ought to know by now how much I love you
One thing you can
much
Mr ow much Mr ow much are you charging?
Mr Mr Mr ow much ow much
Mr ow much Mr ow much are you charging?
There's nothing I love more than a Samuel
all over the game
This ain't Bruce Lee, I watch too much TV
This is a game of death when I aim for your chest
Too much sex got me seeing slow motion
to life, attacking everything
With boldness and energy
Then we will create a much different dynamic
Understand: we are all too
Afraid of offending people,
Devil had me in the sleeper
been drinking and smoking, but I know my God is a healer
Lord, please hold on to my soul
I've been through too much
I've been
nothing G
Imma solve my boredom elsewhere
By writing good raps
Homie this is self-care
Look
I'm a hip-hop pastor
Preaching the end of days and visions
still is ungrateful
Ain no clue
Fuck am doin or goin jus knowin my shit is awaiting me
I got racks, Jus from flippin bread
Literally Jimmy J
So much thrax
his loss
Keep on dragging your balls
They gon get step on
Most of the successful
First where slept on
Check the stats
One who do too much
Are Often
Heaven In His Eyes
Lyrics by Dora Redman
Music by Peter Link
The star hovered above a stable
And the light from the star lit up the space
I just
the hint and rise) And thanks a lot for the gold
and frankincense but...don't worry too much about the
myrrh next time. Thank you...Goodbye.
do it
Drizzy, I'm sitting here watching Basketball Wives
Like, "uhh, them is basketball wives?"
Only cute one, Gloria, that's my nigga Matt
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
Is it too late to save it
I talk to GOD through songs call me David
I hated
I'm favored
Communion wine got me faded
I knew it was the blood before I
part of me is hard to read
I like to leave a bit of mystery like Nancy Drew
And that’s a million dollar pussy that im f***ing too
And you don’t know how
a problem troubles us all
If you trust in the Lord there will be a brighter tomorrow
For there's nothing too much for the great God to do
And all that he
I'ma Rust Belt Baby
My name is Damiano
Some call me a spic
Others call me a mulatto
Locked doors getting kicked down
When I step into the convo
this summer as a time to grow and reflect
Please please not too much excitement for the next 3 months Because the university wants to see you back here
it nothing but all that, I'm already high
My name is Matt cat, you can call me feline
Tenderloin, Mash Potata
Got all the Brusslesprouts
Wit the Cheese
All white like I'm Mensa I got Teezy in my swisha (Teezzzyyyy)
I dropped 2 cups in August, swear that mixtape too official
Got 2 of everything 2
instruments now
You need your beer too
Matt Loguidice is saving us right now
That's Miguel Hernandez
For putting us on this bill
Alright uh
Fuck dollar bills
was wigging out, too much worry
I could not get you at all
And you said what you want, you would laugh it off
But I know you won't go, not for it
know nothin'
My demons I summon, they noses be runnin'
I'm going and going, and I got it coming
You pussies ain't nothing
Too long I ain't living
Out
all over the game
This ain't Bruce Lee, I watch too much TV
This is a game of death when I aim for your chest
Too much sex got me seeing slow motion
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