Lyrics:
every fence
Drive me in your car, drive me in your car
Sink or sing the swan song, sink or sing the swan song
Survey the fine estate, survey the fine
Unless you build a steeple
Fifty-foot-high with electric eye
To survey your land
To survey the barbadine tree
To survey the zaboca
To survey
blacks in America
How can 135% of the population be scaring ya
Survey says, 88% of us cites are black
95% of America's suburbs are white
But 10% of blacks
Shawty shake that big cake like you bake ay
Got her blowing on my candle it’s her birthday
Ticking all the right boxes like a survey
She moving like
Now she moist like a cake
Breathing down her spine
Bussin' like a water main break
Before I walk in it I survey da room
Before I walk in it I survey da
Open up your mind and let some thought inside
Open up your mind as they all survey 4 out of 5
And they all survey 4 out of 5 and they all survey
her birthday
I check these niggas like surveys
If she suck my dick ima fuck on her face
My brother was facing time he beat a case
My shit be so hard
Please fill out my survey
Muchas por favor
Just two question survey
From incubator
Do you want a Comy
Only five dollar
How about a bottle
To fill
baby girl so got damn fiya
Survey says you the type I like
The type I like
Shoot my shot damn right I tried
You ain't never seen a diamond shine this
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died
Forbid it Lord that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ my God
All
too much movement
Just out here tryna survive
Survive survey and fire
Survive survive survey and fire
Survive survive survey and fire
Vey and fire vey
every day
And I dream to be somebody else
And every night I pray
That I will stand atop Mount Normal
Proudly survey the land and sea
And have happy
Lords and masters
Lords and masters of all we survey
The master sent us here
As penance for our crimes
I do believe we kicked his ass,
I do believe its
Ayy
Bitch, that nigga had you cryin' on your birthday
I do niggas the worst way
Nigga, don't question me, this ain't no motherfuckin' survey
love, I love, I love
It's you I love, I love, I love
Climb up over the top
Survey the state of the soul
You've got to find out for yourself whether
love, I love, I love
It's you I love, I love, I love
Climb up over the top
Survey the state of the soul
You've got to find out for yourself whether
or debt
They want to own every thing I own
They sends drones to survey my home
Suits designed to protect my wealth
Bloody Glock 40 to protect myself
You're worthy
Exalted High, upon Your throne
When I survey, the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
All the vain things, that charm me most
I
don't play
Watts boys stay struttin' watts boys survey
Watts boys bust gats
Watts boys pushing weight
Watts boys got cake watts boys throw K's
Watts boys
survey satellite.
Survey satellite looking at you.
Your turning every modern theory on it's head.
Leaving me for dead.
Your so demanding.
You've got
problem come
They know we ready
Map out all the cuts
Survey the premesis
Every action planned
This shit is militant
Hustle cause the life
Don't come with
and I
God of all of creation
God of all he surveys
Only By His all-powerful word anything remains
In the beginning when the earth was formless and void
to go away
Hate me, just say my life like a survey
See you on the display
Neko in the cafe (She's kinda cute though)
But she's probably a stray
My life
that i need
To complete this survey of you Freaking on me oooh
I got what you want, i got what you Want
I got what you need, i got what you Need
Lay
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