Lyrics:
he hardly knew ya, that's how the devil's fooled ya
See look into my eyes brethren, that's the lies of a Reverend
Why should you die to go to heaven?
got myself a sweetheart
That stands right by my side
Always around to cool me down
When I get dixie fried
And I know she loves to party
She knows I
it's already Friday gonna do it my way
Everything's ready to go
But later on all the beer is gone
Downed by some guys I don't even know
But there's
party on it)
Feels like Vegas don't it
(In the sky, that's crazy ain't it)
Feels like Vegas don't it
Hypnotised by your flashing lights
Flashing
Come with me my brethren
For now it is the time to go
The seeds were sown
The crops are grown
The harvest is ready
Our Lord above has commanded
That
Oh well, look at here now
This just makes my day
Yes, a wonderful woman
She just walked by my way
Well, I was standing in that tune like a leaf
Played right back yesterday
During the game they called me carlos
I did my thing
Impressed the crowd
I kept on hearing bravo
Attempt to break his leg
Check-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-check it out
Now, I go by the name of the King Adrock
I don't wear a cup
pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
I love my big booty bitches
My life a Godfather
to the receiver
Hope for an answer someday
I got three passports, a couple of visas
You don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are
said there must be a mistake
how can my son not be straight
after all I've said and done for him
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
cast out by the ones he
Look girl, I'm not gonna sing
'Cause I just don't do that
I see you in between class when my mind does a task
One glimpse of your eyes and my
to the receiver
Hope for an answer someday
I got three passports, a couple of visas
You don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are
Nobii by my strength o
Nobii by my fine o
Holy Spirit o
Come and take control
As you Dey do before o
Don't stop
Holy Spirit oh
Come and take control
and parties and reelin' and rockin'
Def, def (girls, girls) all y'all jockin'
The song and dance keeping you in a trance
If you don't buy my record I got my
In the cool of the evening
I don't know the reason
But I long to touch
Some young tender hearts, sometimes
So I go to this party
With a bunch
that
That old evil man within me died?
Let's have a party
I ain't going
What you gonna do?
Gonna keep praying
And keep working out my salvation
keep lickin' them dicks like lips, I'm agitated, aggravated
To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get decapitated
Other words, you
bout dat
Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat
Drop platinum on the street, Ghetto D and Ghetto Postage
Homey don't touch the weed, lil
For sure, lil' one
I know what you're goin' through to shine
Niggas pullin' off all type of shit
But, look: if you don't know what you're doin'
I called Chad on Wednesday night
So we could make plans for Thursday night
He said "we could go hit the Peapods"
I was like yeah, that's my
a mi nuh need nuh flock
Undivided and provided by mi brethren 'round the block
The sky-grade a my-grade, it loud like a Glock
Sticky like a sitten
I just dropped by and I'm leaving
Leaning
Fought for the bag inna minute
My hood em cops soo bad and I mean it
Talk too much you ain't breathing
a dumb bitch out in the party (stomp)
My money flip, Jeff Hardy
I drop a nigga for trying to rob me
I don't give a fuck bust out gun in the party
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