Lyrics:
exchange for your soul
What would you give (in exchange)
What would you give (in exchange)
What would you give in exchange for your soul
Oh if today
and gold of this earth
More than all jewels the spirit is worth
God The Creator has given it birth
What would you give in exchange for your soul
What would
still tenderly plead
Risk not your soul it is precious indeed
What would you give in exchange for your soul
[Chorus]
More than all silver and gold
a professional and she'll stick you up without a weapon,
oh she's so cold
If you don't know she'll rob you for your silver and gold (gold, gold..)
She will take it
Smith's pub
There's one called the Shoulder of Mutton in Bradford
And you can get two pints for a fiver and come back with change
But unfortunately the rest
just like a cactus,
Cheers to gold diggers, we ain't fuckin' on no catfish
Now we hit the lotto like I told em that I would
We ain't came outta Toronto,
your number on my phone
Don't worry 'bout me
Bradford boys still winning
Out here chilling
Come from crooks and villains
Big zoot billin'
Boys
your number on my phone
Don't worry 'bout me
Bradford boys still winning
Out here chilling
Come from crooks and villains
Big zoot billin'
Boys
to play in the Negro Leagues. I think originally he played for the Brooklyn Dodgers, but then they traded him to the Kansas City Monarchs in exchange for
real, you'd be made of gold
I was wrong so many times in life
I wept alone in timeless rooms of paper
Even the sweet night couldn't heal the wounds
But
Hurry! Hurry! Don't worry, worry
I'll drive my best to make sure you make it out early, early
Exchange of money for a ride? That's my thing
One thing
my reach
Lord knows if I fall
Then all that shit down on me
Down on me
I suppose, the whips and gold, and hella hoes is fair trade
Exchange your soul,
yeah, yeah)
Stop bus tramming at my ring (wow)
Pull up, that bitch, quarter-mil' exchange (ah)
Bloodsucker (yeah), human killer, what up? (Yeah)
Cap
shit
These niggas in my class music aint better then my old shit
Gold and dimaonds
Pieces on my body I got told skin
Bron just went to
LA Shit
Ima
I be closer now
To my destiny
Just give me your life and I’ll give you mine
It’s the exchange that will survive
Just give me your all and I’ll give
(Exchange exchange) gold to gold
Off to the rim with that, sauce in the middle yes
Faith in a seeeeedddddd (A shawty you a biggie mac)
I can rim hat with
And we outside, you come and check
I had to focus on me and go run up a check
Gold and baguettes in exchange for respect
If I put that fye up to his head
the remains
I'm not expecting anything beautiful in exchange
someone should have told:
homes spawn roads
now we're off on our own
I'm one of them
I'm one
You rose from that grave
Knowing our sins and failures still You died to save
You exchange our wretched black hearts for ones made of gold
Your
your Mac and where the fucks the fries
I know Bradford Charvas Brampton
Spartans All off my bruddas are on the rise
Alla the haters can't say shit
I've
in exchange for the magic
Girl ill take that ass anyway you wan' attach it
Right? like gold
Take a king just to know, know girl
Well you could spend it
money, be 'bout money
So deep, too deep, don't drown me money
Oil and gold, Mansa Musa money
Pile up
Burj Khalif, that's right up
These accounts can't type
Exchange
Goods & Services
Gold, Platinum, Silver
Sunset money
Midday money
Dear Money
I see you makin me
Or am I Makin you
At what point
did I know
a slave to sing in exchange my time for gold
Just to give it to a roach filled hole
I can tell you what it's like to lose it all
I can show you but I don't
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