Lyrics:
mmmmmm! it tastes good! mmmmmm! mmmmmm! the handle! the handle!
Harry:
Hurt me, ob'dewlla! make me whimper and beg for your tiny rubber love!
After
2021 Rap Up
Talk to 'em, Tommy
You know every year, at the top of the year, it's my time
Y'all be waitin' for me to talk reckless
Respectfully,
Hoppin' inside my ride
She makin' me feel alright (Feel alright)
They prayin' for the worse
No, I cannot lose sight (Lose sight)
Scott said it first
went from clean to muddy
Polished to shine, the season to rhyme
Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground
Been looking for love, now I bubble like
people, Brown people
Native American, Indigenous people
Cause we're all saved by the blood, but don't label me as a thug
For the record, I got love for
they tried to derail me
On the real, yeah, uh
This one for The Most High, yeah
Fifteen years old, that baby really could've been mine
Could've
Ka$h, Ka$h don't make beats, he make
Beautiful music, one-two-one-two
My man Murs, what's up Murs?
Beautiful music
Yo, beautiful music it raised me
set free, by Me
You're so close to being set free, by Me
As Power of Attorney, I'm asking for a log of all your calls to me
I've made my position
on that 25th George changed that May weather
Made it rain in every city
Same pain every city
It’s a target on my back I just pray they never hit me
Lord
The situation's got me guessin'
But the answer remains to be a question
He lived his life in a lie
I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die
it up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a pump
Rolled by ? on Scott Street
School was letting out,
"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?" "watch me!"
Opened
down to sleep
I pray to Lord my soul to keep
'Cause there's darkness all around me
Told my brother we gon' slide (oh, yeah)
We gon' ride
'Til
physically free, mentally livin' in
Cages, pray for 'em, yeah
New Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned
Words and Music by Jeff Cook and Richard Scott
I am so happy with you in my arms.
Honey, don't you ever leave.
Lay back and love me and tellme
Walking by faith and not by sight
Trusting in His power, not my own might
And I
Need you to pray for me
And I
Need you to care for me
And I
Need you to pray
talkin' to Jesus (Jesus)
Real shallow n-, probably pray for a gray coupe (Lord)
Maybe the Lykan, or a mansion out in the Seychelles
Ghost
Tell me if
How I was born
Not how we living
For cops I'm easy Pickens
So please tell M.E. again how many
How many
How many
Eric Garner-John Crawford III-Michael
tree (yeah)
Codeine (codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant (no co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah,
love with it quick
Started writing' some really bad rhymes
That I thought were really, really clever with my friends
Quincy Brown, Scott Brown, AJ
(Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like signin' up for the army
on
My life, might sacrifice my pray and my death
It's all for the one God who spareth me breath
You could try and lie to yourself about the time
mellow my man my mellow my man my mellow my man
For Scott Storch, my mellow my man
Leonard Hubbard on the bass, my mellow my man
B.R.O.T.H.E.R. ?
to your mom about a love for her daughter
Suggesting to me that I just oughta
Watch myself
(Inch by inch)
Watch myself
(And use some sense)
So I did
All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him
Same way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin', got relationships with the trillest niggas
Tony
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