Lyrics:
wrong before
You can break a shovel when you break new ground
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down
You should know better than that by now
It's not
give me no cure for despair
But merciful king, yes He cares
Grace, that means you do not even prepare
Even the demons are scared
They shiver whenever
I told you what it was I let you know what's up
I let you know that I wasn't here for just love
And that I had something to give
Told you that I
And first up is Professor Doppelganger
A man who needs no introduction here he is with
"The Key To The Mind"
By no means am I Einstein I didn't go to Ivy
this bullshit to become us, well it's on now
This ain't no Passion of Christ, when them horns sound
So stuck in my militant ways, ready for combat
You
a manual
Step by step booklet for you to keep
Your man in place
And out the next girls' face
Rule number 1
Never give a dude money
Girl don't be
playing the role
We love you, we love you
We love you, we love you
Nail up your hands to fulfil our demands
Go for the gold
Never grow old
In the bed
dollar bill to your peso
Give me cheese from these countries pack the queso
My queens don't move til the player say so
We never bored in the same accord
E.
look no more baby (hah)
I wanna build this love
And everything you want, you ain't gotta ask for
You got me boo'd up, boo'd up
Boo'd up, boo'd up
Read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her
F- that sh-, bi-
Give up my d-
wiener I ever deceive her
Fuck that shit, bitch
Give up my dick for pussy? I'll be Jerry Mathers
I ever left it to Beaver
Get them titties cut off
to compromise
You already love me
Looking for the one like my lifeline
Tell me it’s okay that I’ll be fine
Why they always blowing up my phone
They just only
So Godly, Tropic
Dipping in and outta my bag
Some be thinking that they got it
Cause they got a couple bands
But they never really on it, Frolic
Alla
the authors most respectable
Gods not debatable nor unforgettable
His grace is irresistible so we gotta let them know
By his blood flow we were made
desireth and have nothing
But the soul of the diligent shall be made fat
Legend in the making, but I never been a favorite
Didn't wanna give your boy
to follow
Now, Why you gotta pull me over in my van
Give a ticket for gram it cost bout a grand
And why you gotta slow the fuck out your roll
I know I'm not
make it seem like Dom Pérignon
Hold up, where the bitches gone, hey
See word to Al Capone, uh
Probably got a sugerdaddy
Give the bitch a phone
Slow down
up with his blood, blood
Showed me that real, love, love
Died for me, Now he live through me
Gave me free will, but this ain't a movie
And Still can't
the teaching of your youth
If you run from you past it will eventually catch up
If you run towards the future you will never give up
Searching for answers where
Last Christmas I went up in niceville, for a little vacation,and ah, boy I love Shania Twain, boy I tell you what,she makes me hornier than a retard
be crazy
Road to King, let's go
He's back now, competition has sat down
Six pack's out he's out of shape, he's fat now
He's trying to push up for
A nigga came up and never changed up ha
A nigga came up and never changed up
This shit run in my veins dawg how could u blame us
Always kept it
of our sins
Ain't He so gracious
And He'll give you a new heart
And a new Spirit
Whoever is in Christ is a new creature
And He sent His only Son to die for
My lineage built by design
By carbon hands of divine (Warriors)
Who laid their lives on the line
For all my people to do all this
Coonery
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