Lyrics:
leave the party with hotties that tell me they wanna be singers
I just hopped outta the water my drip is enormous
She love how I love how I leave her
I
LOUISIANA MAN
WITH THE POZO SECO SINGERS)
WRITER DOUG KERSHAW
At first Mom and Poppa called the little girl a lady
They raised her on the banks
always fun
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 4-1-1 hun
CHORUS
[Mary J. Blige]
Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next
ever again
Nothing you can show to me
Free Tory Lanez
(Canadian singer Tory Lanez)
That is all I wanna see
You bogus
(By the way His real name is
There's a deeper wisdom in the singer's eyes, a life shaped by the road
His voice is raspy, he never got fame, and his face looks a little worn
It's more
by the tree
Don't be hanging out by the tree
Tree, tree, tree, curse the person on thee
I just bear the fruit but you ain't have to pick it off me
I'm
And you can spread rumors, that's just makin' me sicker than head tumors
Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me
Envious playa haters be buggin', I
From mighty king to humble servant
He came to us to show his love
I'm captured by his grace and mercy
Overflowing on me
You are everything
Jesus
And crown me king and be my servants
Are you fucking ready?
Misled by beauty
One you rarely find
So loving and friendly
It's one of a kind
Their
I’M WITH YOU!
OLIVIA
HELLO NEW YORK
IT’S BEEN YOU
BY MY SIDE
A BILLION HANDS
LIFT US HIGH
MAKE US DREAM
HELP US FLY!
WILL
WHOAAAA....STOP!
Where
broke, that was a easy decision
My mission was to make dough, not end up in prison
But I'm still in a helll of my own
Bill collectors won't leave me
flawlessness
Knock knock bars on lock yo that's a promise like Ben or Christopher Wallace
It's Bigger than me I had to recognize I'm a servant
I ain't rappin
cultricem tuam sana!
Mighty Bacchus, through your power, your servant heal, from...
vino, et mulsum, cervisia, et posca.
Yes, Bacchus, heal me from...
make like hate
When you could fake like romance?
When you could make like trance?
Drummer dance
Sweat through the ass of your pants
Singer listen
Singer
loved one
{Home safely to me}
{bracketed words are sung by Nat in unison with background singers}
(words in parentheses are sung by background
the house!
Master of the house!
Master and a half!
Comforter, philosopher
Don't make me laugh!
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Hypocrite
on some, "Stay solid" shit, used to make play by the colleges
JP brought Mason Turner, our sense the road was a major earner
Nigga, my life full
Those of you who still have eyes to see, ears hear me
You will be saved by grace in the end
Saved by time if you don't understand
That your hatred is
I know it’s a hard mountain to climb
But we’ll make it at the end of the line
When I’m beaten, when I’m broke
When you cut me by the throat
Trust me I
over to a singer
Streets mean
Streets mean
Dirt got me looking cleaner
He be rappin he ain’t seen it
I can tell by his demeanor
I been getting
the feeling after seeing a film of yours for the first time while being surrounded by such an adoring crowd?
CHARLOTTE:
It’s wonderful…
DEVIN:
Well,
What?
Back to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier style lenses, talents in the .40 cal
This is life now
Let me find out, you want
but I'll never fucking forget it
Dividing us by class, but you'll never fucking admit it
What have you done to try and fix it
You don't make an effort,
lunch down by the lakes
She said I looked like an American singer
Time, mystical time
Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine
Were there clues I
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