Lyrics:
on through the blood of my kids and grandson
J-E-S-U-S-I-S, T-H-E-K-I-N-G
J-E-S-U-S-I-S, T-H-E-K-I-N-G
Jesus is the King without a crown or a ring
Y'all going
Mourir jeune ouais pour vivre pleinement
J'aime la vie demain j'n'y suis pas
Jeune comme la nuit demain n'suffit pas
Tears fall down her faces
Lies
que, il s’fuckeuh
Ils font que suffoquer quand
J’pousse le chant
"Let's go back to the real shit
I go by the of
KT Gorique Couteau-Suisse en direct du
noggin
Get robbed by the dope mane
Same n**** that you know mane
Lace blunt with the cocaine
Smoking on the gas call it propane
Mem popped by no name
Tote
a real G
H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin
Early mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, been around
From the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with
On a jet ski jumping over sting rays
Make da bitch get freaky for the bro’s she sending out pussy pics on da j pays
Ain trippin on nun umma pop my shit
they reached their expiration
These other rappers need to stop, I smell the desperation
They wishin they were in my shoes, well try n fit my J’s then
a hundred racks out n it still want get touch
For that it's yours
When I talk it's best to listen
Line em up
They ain't fucking with me
I'm touching all
a bring the real back (Real back)
My dreams are seen through Stevie Wonder's eyes
So it's no surprise that they gon' feel that (Feel that)
They say, "J
But still, it gave me hope
That we'll get through it together, a severed earlobe
Mailed to you in an E-N-V-E lope
Would be dope, but
What kind
steam ahead I wanna get ma shine on
Grab all the niggaz n focus on ma ray
cim to be a go getta focused on ya prey
You gonna be a flash light focused on ya
fux with me
Got real G's that's on the grind work 9
To 5 and they fux with me
Got young pros in a suit and tie with a
Coupe to drive and they fux with
Feel it work
Smoking your vibe
Feel it work
Put a big ole light
On a little curse
Ima love on you
Good even when it hurt
Pull a ray off this j
Ima
get my t a crib before she six feet below
Ray J my one wish but we ain't wishing no mo
RIP mama ya baby love you
You know i gotta hold it down
Ok I'm
P-O-P-P-I-N
One-nine-eighty-two D-J-in
Eighty-three it was all about Run-DMC man
A gang banger taught me how to break dance then
The same year I picked up
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
bachelors degree
Aye, I'm the way
I'm Ice cold like I'm Trae (Ice)
Don't got to see where I'm going like I'm Ray
I don't move by sight, I move by fucking
don't wear ray bans
Hop in the whip, smoke spliffs with the asians
I ain't into the games like ray man
Making stacks it's a real sensation
Swear I just
you in high school nigga
Who you lyin' to man, nigga we ca' see straight through you like a x-ray nigga
Me I'm Gorilla you'd be me if you could
But I
Cut the light record when it's off
Want his head, get a reward when it's off
New plug on the drank, no cough
Real trap n*gga juug out the loft
These
to Play'n Go Woah
Ale prsty z triggeru pryč release
2, 4, 6AM nevolám police
Po hoodu v Air Forcách kráčím with these, Aye
Jak by řekl Yzo, kolik lidí
Always been down with the capital J
I got a homeboy by the name of Dr. Bombay
My favorite color is grey! Uhh
I can't forget I like reggae
I'm Biz
the blind like im Ray Charles my singing get her wet.
Dont you know
These n*ggas be staging
Taking flights you can catch me in the sun like a raisin
Lil
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