Lyrics:
about you
I travel all over the world singing good old country music
It makes me feel so good to hear them cheer
Some like for me to sing the hits I do
to kill, just give me the word
Read a lot, I say a prayer because it mean a lot
Killin' niggas by landslide and never even out
Homicides all in my eyes
got me framded!"
They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained;
My employers have changed but the name has remained.
It all began
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
Pharrell
I do my thang Pharrell
I do my thang Pharrell
I do my thang Pharrell
Business all cash I don't take no checks
50 round drum if you don't give me my
A postcard of Byron by the bed
It's a reminder of every word that he said
To die in the arms of a twenty year old
A figure of porcelain with moves
It's so special
You're all I ever need
[Latoiya Williams]
I'm feeling good and my baby's home
You're spending time
Holding hands
To this beat
beat the shit, you niggas barely in it
Killer catch the label, so I have to kill it
All out Bonnie Hunters, bruh, you know the business
Ownin'
How glad the many millions
Of Toms and Dicks and Williams
Would be
To capture me
But you had such persistence
You wore down my resistance
I
Shakespeare
Your scent is sweet, like Betty Crocker bakes
I'd love to have my cake and eat it too
All I want to do is please you
Please myself by living
And I produced the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying
Hit it
This ain't no disco
And it ain't no country club either
This is L.A.
All I want to do is have a little fun before I die
Says the man
relist us
Remind my listenas 'cause I'm a minista
Designed by ministas
'cause these times is sinistas
But I'm gonna finish tha grindin' til its done
love
And when I go there, I go there with you
It's all I can do
The city's a flood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
woulda won, we woulda had it made
"Play a little dixieland boys, ah yes"
I'd have all the whiskey made in Tennessee
And all the horses raised in those
walk along by my Jesus' side
I'll meet my loved ones all once again
When I get to Glory, I'm Gonna sing, sing, sing.
CHORUS
One night, a few moons ago
I saw flecks of what could've been lights
But it might just have been you
Passing by unbeknownst to me
Life is
Times", at all times at least got two shooters (bah)
She playin' charades, tryna get attention, but I ain't lookin' (nah)
Is it a parade or somethin'?
yourself"
You'll have to prove it to me
So now you're waiting up for him
You're wasting time, yeah, every time
Whoa, can't do it by myself
Whoa,
sell on the cell phone
How you sellin' dope when it smell wrong?
Yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fightin' for your life, spin by the hospital
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
old Marcus Garvey
Finest time John the Baptist's head were cut off
Put it away into a saucer,
Still disciples have oh Lord believe me,
Yes they
yourself"
You'll have to prove it to me
So now you're waiting up for him
You're wasting time, yeah, every time
Whoa, can't do it by myself
Whoa,
(uh-uh-uh) haha, (uh-uh-uh) yessur (uh-uh-uh) P's chick (uh-uh-uh)
[Veres 1: Pharrell]
Before you say it's cheaper to keep her
We consider and read her
Man,
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