Lyrics:
“AIN’T WE ALL” © By LARRY MCCOY/MATT STELL/TAWGS SALTER
THE LOVERS, THE FIGHTERS
THE WRONGERS, THE RIGHTERS
AND EVERYBODY IN BETWEEN
THE MOVERS,
garments pure and white.
They were washed by Jesus' blood, they sparkle oh so bright.
We will shout out to our Savior with souls filled with delight.
We will
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
No more phone calls late at night
Find out if your boy's all right
No more wonderin' what to wear
No more fuss 'cause I'll be there
Come today I
role
Destroy the vision of God you were told
Call on ones who invoke his disgrace
Cast out his spirit in Lucifer's name
Christian religion lies dead
to be out like shout, yaknahmsayin?
"My suitcases is packed, and I'm goin on a trip" -> Derek X
[LJ] Call the brother Sadat
"My suitcases is
as a jezebel
I knew I was not bound for Heaven
I'd be cast in shame
Into the Magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers
Bridget
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
ass
Cutting everything off cuz I got no time to drag
2023 yea I'm coming for you baby
All this stamina you can never call lazy
They gone regret not
hail Mary I was way to thrown
I was Tarzan raised by gorillas and the beasts
High on them trees when I gorilla'd the beast
Then that truth came hit me
soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm
her, so maybe you would be a spark
Turned out to be a dead-end street
And that house by the lake
That we watched come up from rafters
It burned down
and pad, I'm back
to make a killer, similar to a backstab
Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane
If I'm booty, then I've been framed
By
P is for Prestin
I cheated on him with Quintin
But I left that boy by his lonely
When I found out they was homie's
You know the R is for Rico
We got
Niggas hate me 'cause all day I'm flossed off
Ghetto lady in my dog bay Mercedes
Niggas find out they got whole got fuck it then they cave me
That's
biggest God I call strongest God
I call Him good God I call Him Great God Oh
Jesus you are the great God great God
Jesus you are the awesome God Oh oh
Jesus
it feels like your back's to the wall
Who's sittin in the crib, and you don't know who to call
(Jesus!) Hangin on a tight rope, fingers slippin off
But
give a fuk bout that respect
Use to hang with the rockers by the Rec
That guy staring all hard like he don’t bleed red
Only die once ain’t no coming
the valley of the shadow of death
I spark a flame in the pits and ricochet out the depths
My homie died, bled out for the cause so I could collect
And when I
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
Never realized the precious time them bitch niggas is wastin'
Institutionalize, my bitches bring me product by the bundles
Hustle hard from a cell,
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
You call me a drama queen
You yell it out from your one way street
What’s the point of getting all worked up
It doesn’t seem like something Jesus
Lenny Kravitz, Pharrell, they call me Diddy!
We want to see the masses shaking out there
It's getting sexy in here
Alright why'all, alright alright!
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