Search results for 'thats why they call it grace by karen peck' Page #2,030

fuckin tough
It ain't enough it ain't enough
It might be time to fuckin call the bluff
Cus all that's comin out your mouth is fuckin fluff
You ain't got no

Climbin' the hills with my homies i call that tip toe like i was healin'
We ain't playin' no games, now it time to make the world difference
Things go

I'm back Call me yung baller, bitch, I been ballin
Since I was a little baby Call me Chris Hady, you don't wanna do that

Bitch, you wanna play me?

to the art I gave to y'all
I told you my issues
I told you my flaws
When I hit the wall
It won't shock you all
When I'm done with it all
You won't see me

it up I’m stacking them bricks
In the garden like I am a Knick
She a feign she like how dress
Maybe that’s why her nigga is stressed
He probably see me

you
Now let's take it one by one
And evaluate what you do
A lukewarm Catholic is the one
Who goes to church out of habit
And doesn't pray often enough

for much but vagina is something I zoom to sale
I tell em it’s buy and sell to the clientele that they bringing in
And they breaking dividends so when

be man cos man can pack up
Na grace ooo
Na Him be my Chairman
Na im be why me I no dey fear man
And that na why I say make I share my testimony
Thank

blended
Best believe if you don't fuck me tonight
Another bitch will just like Call of Duty
Get on the game for that kill
The shit that's goin' on
It

Woah
Ohh (Ay, ReTread, bless my ears)
They was hating on me, now I'm off to better places
I been in my bag, I was focused on my savings
I know it

garbage
All y'all need to stop it
When my album drop
You need to cop it
They say I sound like Tech N9ne
With fucking Logic
Mix a little bit of Eminem
With

the glock-y or fist it's ya poison to pick
Foreign bitch with a body (Yuh)
She's how I'm plugged with Somalia
Never sleep got insomnia
I take calls for

back
I know that you hate me right now, but trust me I'm attached
I treat that ass so special so I know that I won't give it up
So call me when you done

cold!" (Brr)
Heat it up you can call me Lil Baby
Bop on Broadway, I hit that DaBaby (Lets go)
Racking stack after stack, I go dumb
I'mma cop her a portion,

that dub aint finna lose it
While im still lost i am clueless
Of what i am posed to do
These demons they chasin me Ruthless
After me with a whole group

Spitting that crack call whitney and bobby
Best fuck with the kid, cause all my niggas too lit
We catch yo ass talking shit
And pull up to the crib with

I’m a Penguin

They call us Emperor.

We are used to making long treks in the cold winters on the icy waters that are frozen over when it’s time

existed
Outside of that point so why does it stay?
Because it did. It is resting inside of me.
Where is that inside? It's sure not in my stomach,
That only

couldn't hold on to anything
That's how I beat every game
You could call it my pacifier
Play two games life passin' by ya
You would need pliers to pull me

this)
Cuz I Got That On Me (i keep it on me. i really do)
U Done Boi (Joe Mama Always Trippin)

[Verse 1]
U Know They Me Mama Wit An T Out Here (trunks)

you know how
To go visit die by respect give ah
Fuck how you livin only the gang
No new niggas wit you know how
To keep it real huh gang
Gang gang

Ain't falling in love with those
Ima run it up with all the bros
Hit chu and yah boy that's collateral damage
I'm running with apes and they all go

me I'm OK
Tell me i'm doing right
Please stay by my side
Why do they always leave
Makes me grab a cup
Makes me call the plug
Try to cop some pills
Want

Look me in my eyes
Tell me you ready to slide
You a
Hoe I can tell by the vibe
Niggas
Pussy I see through the lines
I give em a dime
That lil nigga