Lyrics:
gang related
Reinstated by the pecker wood
Situated in my neighborhood
Still an active gang member understood
Now you can find me
After, a bitch
Oh God of the armies of Heaven
Blessed are those who trust in you, trust in you.
First Verse:
True is to it
But I did not do it by myself, ya
To hit ya with the rhythm so you gotta get down
Shake off the blues to forget my past
Forget that I'm a prisoner but still I'm trapped
Stack a little cash,
Babylon
What happens when it's too far gone?
Things are happening by no mistake
When the walls crumble and the earth shakes
You may pledge allegiance
Hung up on love on a Thursday
Can't shake it off by Friday night
I fall for you on a Saturday
But I'm on my own on a Sunday
Can't stop, can't
Ain't no angel.. standin' by me
Good or evil it's all the same
I'm defenceless leave me breathless
When I hear your name..
You're my one
your love
Lay here in my arms, let me hold you close
I'll warm your soul
Come in from the rain
Shake away all the tears you try to hide in vain
the prayers, ya'll be conquered by the prodigal
Got it in hennessey, got my brains in a frenzy
Is sellin' cocaine my destiny, or the best of me?
Secret recipe
Elsewhere
Verse1:
Everybody wanna be the new this,
Everybody wanna be the new was,
Eating by myself at the Ruth Chris,
When a nigga could’ve been
Heaven's Gonna Shine by Linda Maze
I was writing just a few things down when you called
Trying to figure out what's wrong with me, it's like I left
GET SEXY
(Written, Produced, Performed by GROOVE STATE)
Sexy dirty love,
Hot tight lover, oh oh oh
I need that sweat, to work it up
Shake your
GET SEXY
(Written/produced/performed by GROOVE STATE)
Hot tight lover, oh oh oh
I need that sweat, to work it up
Shake your body, on the floor
I
could do a show together
We go really well together great, great
I'll call ya later shoo
Ruthless! Truth is
Schmoozing me's useless
You're wasting your
the V
Rap 84 of the 83
Ain't rhyme them and they ain't with me
How ya'll pay to get in the club
And then hate on the person y'all pay to see
Now we got
well you need to put that mop up (Put that mop up)
Boy them shooters come around and really mop ya (Grrra, grrra, grrra)
Nigga on yo' dead homie, I
down promise
Y’all are not prepared
I’mma stop ya there
Rocket chairs droppin’ outta space
Beard Men audition tape for Amazing Race
Gotta race never
Bitch the whole gang with me they gone shake sum/
Fuck nigga looking like he want to take sum/
Stayed down in the trap getting that paper/
Still
That was just by accident
It look like i practiced it
Handle is the nastiest
Don't play no games like kaepernick
Anklebully spazin it
I don't know when
been?)
I got manners look in his eye before I hit him with the chop' (boom, boom, boom)
Don't cop from bro, he savage, shake your hand, then hit you with
engineer
I wear cotton but I don't wear sheer
Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya
Yo, money, don't chump yourself
Put that shit back
to argue
All she do is provoke me, all I do is diss her
All I did was shake her, she said that I hit her
She just taking every thing I say outta context
Lil' Jay on the track, nigga
Aye and you already know it's ya boy Lil' Scrappy
We finna have the whole M-F world, rockin' in dis bitch
Look
Lil' Jay on the track, nigga
Aye and you already know it's ya boy Lil' Scrappy
We finna have the whole M-F world, rockin' in dis bitch
Look
Well I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on wait
Call up the krew, hook it up.
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