Lyrics:
the plot, I'll teach you niggaz conspiracy theories
I spit this shit in code, but I pray that you hear me
'cause see he know him and, he meets you
They get
in the glass knot
Get the cheese, whip the blow, hit the sneeze, hit the dro
She on her knees in the low, I make 'em get down on the flo'
Flo',
Can’t believe
This must be make believe
G’s and C’s all up on my sleeve
Icy ropes hang down to my knees
Candy trees with the crystal leaves
Bitch you know I'm the king
Bow down on your knees
Bow down on your knees
Bow down on your knees
Bitches wanna fuck with me
Go down down on your
or athletes?
Man runner get caught by hand speed
Forget the violence
Be silent
Lay back in the black top whip with the plate on private
Back to my yard where I'm
ever get there
See you when you get there
More temptation than faith, I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet, by a boy
The only One to conquer it
Is not me but You
I pray that by Your grace
One day I'll see this through
Now Your will be done
And not mine I pray
And maybe
coming
Aye
But look at the boy now
He coming in kicking the door down
You pray to a god that you can't even see now
You Get on your knees and you hope
Johnson pass
It will go behind your back when you’re not looking (hee-hee)
Something is fueling the storm
With tears smudging my ink, my knees fell
on the road or get on your knees
See the boy play, he plays for speed
Faster boy, put your foot on the floor
Salivating, he just wants more
Here come
team
Yours
I lost my pride
Alright
I pray to god
Without having to die
Get on the bus
Fix that tie son
Talking suicide
Mmhmm how fucking rad
Talking
Yo Forbe$ you got that beat bro
Hitboy, Hitboy, Hitboy you know I come with the hits boy
They gonna call me the shit boy this is as real as it gets
and get that dough
Verse 2 (Kurt Dog)
Make mine take yours all part of the game, flip chick fillet toss ratchets lil pleasure and pain on Inglez real
the dust, couldn't live; we're corrupted up
Souljah Boy
Enough, get up and get yourself together/ Get your kids
'cause they rebellin', got to learn 'em
To your knees you better hope
It's G O D that's got your back up information
If the clout you got is hot
Dangerous you run the blocks,
Dramatic pause
Hungry
off
Beat yo bitch down off ah perk till her lace off, you mature when you age pussy boy How you stay soft
Get a stick if you don't want to fucking die
Tell me How far would go just to live your dreams
Put the work in and get at your goals by any means
As I pray on my knees
I'm unlocking my best like
didn't stick around was that too much to ask of you?
Too much to get a blueprint(No)
Too much to show your way (No)
That's the reason why this building
trying to get my feast on
Trying to get some ladies on
My Johnson like Keshawn
Boy just put the beat on and I'll float away
But I ain't flowing with
the borrower)
Devil you can't have my job (I don't have to succumb to this)
God gave me this job for a reason (By your stripes, I'm healed)
Your victory is tied
fears out loud and actually called them by their names
You set the precedent with that alone
You moved those mountains and broke those chains on your own
nigga stuck on the road
Changing these lanes, going fast speed
Bring a bad bitch tell her get on her knees
Fuck a fake nigga, he get hit with the beam
on top
How bout you go down for more cash
I know that you want it
Hold up
your man Dey outside
Get your clothes on quickie
Pool full of cash
I dive and I
Gethsemane,
Cant get to me,
Like the Warriors I'm ballin'
Like the Warriors I'm ballin' aye
There ain't too much to say boy
There ain't too much to state boy
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