Lyrics:
the plan for millions
Now she'll see the outcome, for all my small chips in
That ventilation really fucking cooled me off
I'm hearing my own grooves
While
to just get lost
You will be freezing in the cold, you be bitten by the frost
Well, we are starting out, really only wariming up
We are rising like the sun
pushed out
Reggae was round the crib, backdrop for a Brooklyn kid
Songs had me infatuated heavy they really did
And to be honest that topic stings like
Tarot say the tower and the moon, what it do
Whatcha do when ya groove's been swooped on the move, like there's
Somethin' that I'm really trynna
farewell
I was rescued by God not saved by the bell
He told me go to Nineveh
got swallowed by a whale
Chewed me up and spit me out I lived to tell
Before I
I'm infatuated, I don't care
'Cause they really don't know
They'll never see or hear the things I do with you.
So far as I'm concerned they all can
the topic of yo group chat
You can't just tell me that you love me gotta prove that
Separated myself from the hate I got my groove back, yeah
I'm not here by
brodie, that shit really kill my pride
So fuck everybody talking like they was always by his side
Maybe you mo'fuckas talking be the ones who made him die
shit
All I really want is cash so I can feed my family
I got a lot of passion just for this rap shit
They all wanna see me fail but I aint going
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
humble
They lie hoping it gon cover it
But God really can turn anything to He's Glory
So I'm not mad because I know
I'm wash by He's Blood (By His Blood)
writhing in agony, and just then Jack, Jane, and John (not me) walked by. But they didn't recognize him, so they did nothing. They could have saved him, but
and the
Jeep is shakin' the snake
Like a man upon the move for a
Doll who doesn't hesitate
Bad John
You hear the sound of a sad song
And when
Of
Loveliness
I Like The Groove Of
Your Walk,
Your Talk, Your Dress
I Feel Your Fever
From Miles Around
I'll Pick You Up In My Car
And We'll Paint The Town
Just
it, I'm out the closet, I got a lot a pride
But I'm just getting by
So what do you expect me to do?
I'm out here trying to learn myself while I'm trying
We stopped tryin' though, we stopped tryin' though
It's no effort, we ain't even really tryin' though
We stopped tryin' though, we stopped tryin'
I'm really bout it
I really got it
I still shout it
(Hook)
When it comes to these Billion dollar Dreams
I'm really BOUT it /
Mind full
Just A Product Of
Loveliness
I Like The Groove Of
Your Walk,
Your Talk, Your Dress
I Feel Your Fever
From Miles Around
I'll Pick You
lifestyle, John Lennon
Riding with me, chopper by my side and am gon die with it
I'm really high up off this joint I'm with some fly women
Got people telling
got talent, but the rest was steal
Now sit and think who really fuckin' with ill
When I grab you by the neck like Uncle Phil
Not a killer by nature,
runs the show
When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot
runs the show
When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot
Salvation - My Way
HOOK:
They calling me Babayeiga ( John Wick )
Tell your B to call me later
I'm getting it , ma way
You telling me , to shut it
random
Smoking boofini it’s platinum
I just might move to Atlanta
Got them plays,John Madden
(Bridge)
Still Living Young, fuck debates who the nicest
It
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