Lyrics:
France!
Cmon! jumps
Mes petit's, je vous adores, jump!
When he calls to me, I am ready
I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs
Forgive him when his
dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo!
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands, moms bounced
shook his hand, let 'em know that he's the man
When he said he was a fan it was too hard to understand
No time to soak up the moment though ‘cause I was
shook his hand, let 'em know that he's the man
When he said he was a fan it was too hard to understand
No time to soak up the moment though ‘cause I was
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
Surrounded by the
Angels of God
The Angels of God
I don't need no gun
When He fighting this war
He fighting this war
On behalf of believers
Who carry His Cross
father.
If I gain my father's love.
She will also
benefit by it.
Seeing Dhruva thus firm in his purpose
Narada was very happy.
He blessed the boy
enticin' me
Tho there was somethin' wrong
But when I turned he was gone
Blindin' me, his song remains remindin' me
He's a bandit and a heart breaker
Oh, but
I never get high
Okay, fuck affiliation, I'm that dude that did it on his own
The thoughts inside my mind, be fuckin' with me when I'm all alone
I
Harry Potter
Lighting has struck
His forehead
And now his
Visions
Yonder x2
Somewhere out there
Daylight was longer
Than the night
When he lived
I
you have any children? The child asked the man
No, was his instant reply
And though he said it in his firmest voice
In his heart he knew he had lied
bill?
Well the time went by and he did his best and all could see he did not jest.
He practiced calling bids both night and day
Till his pappy found
was black but now he's a racist
Marshall law I can feel it coming but a trill nigga ain't worried
Them waves coming better peep the tide but ya ain't
Niggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill
'Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gon' spill
Ever since I was a kid growin' up in
Niggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill
'Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gon' spill
Ever since I was a kid growin' up in
When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm buyin'
I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese
Got a Chevy trailer
dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo!
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands, moms bounced
of the story, this is what happens when you love
Struggle with money, he got bills to pay
Need to relax his mind, goes out, thinking it's gonna be another day
Out
will save the girl I love
By that love I hold for Bessie
I will see that somethin's done!
Not one minute he delayed
When this brave resolve was made
You picked up your cross
You fought for the lost
Led by your spirit
Annointed to witness
You said your word was the truth
You told me to get up
Chia Pet
MeMaw was flung 'cross the room by her hair
By her sister Ethel who never fought fair
Let's get ready to tumble!!!!!!!
The children all
strong (yeah)
Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(where)
Sweatin' dogs as I'm runnin' cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot
jacket
He trotted over and invented a line
He said, "Excuse me, um, do you happen to have the time?"
All was on his mind was sex, sex, sex
So she said,
Larry not one word did say
Nor change did he come to King William
And then did his color grow white
When he came to the old Dublin Chit
He was tucked up
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