Lyrics:
A Boogie
I'm in the country nigga, what's brackin'
Police asking questions, we ain't know what happened
Getting cheese all from this rapping
Chance shit, you
Temple, temple, raise up your temple
Agan ma ronu mo' oh, omo 'nbo
Temple, temple, keep my holy temple
Your body, is the temple of the most high God
My
Yup, yup, wooo
Time by lady rolex
Body by Bowflex
Hair by Hollywood salon
Bag by Louis Vuitton
High heels, Manolo Blahniks
Tanqueray gin
Body's a Temple, Body's a Temple
Mind is a Shrine, Mind is a Shrine
Body's a Temple, Body's a Temple
Mind is a Shrine, Mind is a Shrine
Body's
All the angels wey dey look on my country they be like
Heyii
Ibi like say God no create this one well
Exodus Links
Heyii
See person
Mmm
Mad ooh
My
Activated all high notes
Found a page in her bible
I think she's a healer
I think she's a healer
Felt a piece of her aura
Our connection is deeper
Energy
We've got thieves in the temple
We've got thieves in the temple
We've got thieves, thieves, thieves in the temple
Come out
Come out
Come out
We've
For God & Country
Some of them pray to Jesus
And some bow down toward the Holy Land
Some go to Temple to praise The One
We love our freedom
And we
felt that it was a trick
Satan is always bringing the lie
But not to me cause I'm with the most high
Maga Country This is Maga Country
Maga Country My
the essence of the, the committed the crime
But ah, murder got no time
The country has no law, it's either rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got nuttin'
you ready for the country?
Are you ready for me?
Are you ready for the country?
Ain't I a sight to see?
Are you ready for the country?
Better get
mandir
(And on top of it is your temple)
Arii dhajaa re phuruke
(Your flag is flying high)
Asmaal re samayo
(In the sky!)
Swaylo lage devlo
(The temple
good I could cry
Little bit of country
It just takes me high
Little bit of country
My seeds are sown
Little bit of country
The flowers have grown
Little
the almighty
Clean as whistle oh he so tidy
Oh he no high but woah he so highly
Behold the almighty
This is the temple of Zulo
This is that bitch what do you
ready for the country?
Are you ready for me?
Are you ready for the country?
Ain't I a sight to see?
Are you ready for the country?
Better get ready for me
what I mean
I got a country girl that can kick it
Them knee-high boots always got me wishin
Get her out in the middle of the lake
She can rock a t-shirt
temple a taper
They getting fed
Toma
Smell the aroma, I be keeping it funky
The smell of money's the odor
After I conquer the country
Mean muggins and ice
the fame
Strip me to my drawers
And you still gon' find the same old
Country Azz Nigga country Azz Nigga
Way before the house way before the cars
I was
Chorus
From sea to sea
Country to country
6 MC's bring the delicacies
It's a meeting of the minds
To ease the turmoil
360 degrees
Around the earth's
As the High priest brings the ark in this temple
You don't dwell in temples made with man's hands
Because you need a body
Shekinah glory fill, all the fibers
Welcome to this country fried bonafide
And my flow is sweet as a potato pie
Never been a sour apple, I'm a now-or-later guy
I'mma tell her
lonesome tonight
And do ya need a country cowboy
Who's just thin and tight in those
Br' bus depot jeans
With a squirt resistant stud stud
Hey stoner
Ain't nobody gave me shit i'm from the sticks we out the country
Love some fish and grits we out the country
Got it out the mud best believe we out
Talkin bout high hills
Hmmm hmmm
There's a beautiful place
Where the wild, where the wild, runs wonderful
Talkin bout them country roads
I know
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