Lyrics:
Sweet baby
Let me love you
Let me hold you
In my arms
You and me baby
Thats all we need
Oooh Oooh
Said my sweet baby
Drive by drive by drive by drive
fumbled, damn he lost a bad one
Ain't used to feeling real love cause you never had it
Anything you want, baby tell me you can have it
Might not be around
but
He's in front of us, we are spying on him
Agent 666, don't lose sight of this mother fucker
If you do, it's your ass
Agent 69, don't talk to me
'll fight for me
If I stand still
I know you will
I know you'll fight for me
I know you'll fight for me
Cloud by day, fire by night
Your protection surrounds
and patience
God got perfect timing
So tell me who gone stop me yah
Ima get this s**t regardless (Yessuhhh)
Occupation from a hobby (Yessuhhh)
Get rich or die
identity--all erroneous, the phoniest
My master’s it aint even matter,
(bartender witnessed it-- he ain’t een ask her)
He think he my master, me he after
turf
In the field with my Glock I ain't tryna end up on a shirt
Remember my dawg called me from the hospital, I prayed he got well
We was hittin' licks
rooms, brass brooms
Catch me in the city of Watts, dusted out with Doc Doom
Slide you, thirty six to the hip, you need Neo
Sock it to me G.O., the block we
I just be like fuck you, what you need?
You can't get nothin' from me
You was talkin shit, now I'm somebody you would love to be
I'ma do my thing
my past You helped me see
Because God, You are rich in mercy
And You love me with Your great love
You revive me, You make me new again
You free me, no
He’s A Healer
By Hester Jackson (2020)
BG: He’s A Healer, Deliverer! (repeat x4)
V.1
I thank the Lord for saving me
For giving me the Victory
You
What to do
"What are you staring at"
Dad asked me
I must have had a strange look
On my face
Because he looked down
And smiled
And told me to come here
exploded
I'ma make sure that your neck and wrist frozen
If you put up an opp, you might get a Rollie
Shawty call me QPac, bishop rich and rollin'
We done
You tell me to turn my boujie down
Start fucking with a blood
And no he tell me I'm his ruby now
Bussin that m80
Gottem crazy he a groupie now
Bitch all
as much as Shaq I say bring the energy and bring It to the rack
Jeff, you can handle that, you don't know how to fucking act
Back to the Burbs, he's going,
he O.D.'d off of percs
Damn, Lil' Boodah had me fucked up, how you go before the first
Niggas laughin' like shit funny, but was inches from a hearse
He
perceived as grimy
But God ain't here to front ya, He said put all that behind me
Baby boy the answer to inquiring minds
Confused by the facade of false
better get yourself a rose
Need to leave that man in the past tense
'Cause he so wack
And he ain't even got you cryin' in a Rolls
So, tell me, what
Oh I never will forget my love Anachie
Down came her father and he standing by the door
Saying, ""Jeannie, you're trying the tricks of a whore
You
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
No sympathy for you niggas
Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit
Balling
living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody want to be by you're side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When
I call my momma and told her we rich
We was six on the block we was toating them sticks
Got me a check and I run down white wall
Brand new chopper in
What you pullin' me over fo' mistuh offi-suh?
I'll be askin' the questions Leroy.
My name ain't Leroy, man.
Heh, all right Jerome, outta the car.
him in his chest, he was bleedin', he was beggin' me
Run up on me, you get hit with the beam
Let off the glock just to let off some steam
Poppin'
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